I was pretty sure it had something to do with shoving her dildo into herself as she masturbated. Then I felt her hand go down my chest to the base of ...y cock. She was playing with her clit and using me as her dildo. She got much more serious about fucking me after that and I swear she had five orgasms before I finally cum in her pussy.Once we had fully recovered we walked hand in hand out to the beach still naked to find Jean riding her husband’s cock in the sand. Judy and I sat down and. Now, for the sex story deals with how I became a call boy. Hope you all know the protest for Jallikattu held mainly by youngsters at Marina beach, I never had any idea at that time that this protest is going to change my miserable life to a pleasurable one. On the fifth day of protest, I and my friends were tired after staying day and night for full straight 4 days and decided to go home.Before going home, we decided to go to the beach and we took a bath, as I have already told I have a great. Compounding the situation was that fact that, while my father and mother tried, we still barely made ends meet. So, when I had started to sprout out in all the right places quite suddenly to the extent that I needed a new wardrobe, things just got worse. I found myself having to decide choose between three options: trying to wear my old clothes, most of which I couldn't even fit into; wear some of my mother's clothes, most of which were a size too large for me, or go naked.I tried the first. “You’re not helping.”“Mmmm.” I rubbed her pussy through her jeans. “You sure?”She squirmed again.When I unbuttoned her jeans, Sia laughed lightly. She crossed her feet closing her thighs tightly as I fished down inside. Soft cotton brushed against my fingertips.A bit of force and I was cupping soft cotton covering Sia’s pussy.The dinner knife slipped off the slice of bread, spreading mayo on the counter.“Daaaad! I can’t make lunch when you’re doing that.”Tracing the outline of my daughter’s.