After a few minutes, she worked her way down her belly and down the outside of her smooth, seemingly endless legs. She admired how well her tan looked... Not an uneven spot anywhere. She started to soap up the inside of her legs, working up her left calf to her knee, the going back to mimic the right, saving her thighs, ass, and clean shaven pussy that sat amidst those other delights for last. It had been all but too long since her last orgasm, and she planned to remedy that today. It wasn't that. Jean said, "I invited Jeff to go to lunch with us,he seems like such a nice boy. I hope you don't mind."How could Bobby mind? How could he even fathom this? Jeff seemed okaywith it, and the three of them headed off for lunch. Within minutes ofsitting they were talking about the dance. Bobby was very hesitant atfirst, but the enthusiasm of Jean and Jeff got him caught up in theconversation. Jean drove Jeff back to his car at the park. Jeff andBobby awkwardly said goodbye, and promised to talk. She worked her way out of bed and went into the kitchen for some water. The cool liquid eased the tightness in her throat enough that she could take a deep breath.Reason told her it was only a dream. Yet, she hadn't heard from Seth for so long. Gabriela watched the first rays of sun streak across the sky and hoped for word soon.Gabriela knew he might not be able to contact her for days at a time. Now, though, he needed her. It only took a few minutes to turn the computer on and log in. His. The pattern of grunts, slop, pump, and bounce started up again.Having fully enjoyed the scene, I bent down behind her and gave a purposeful look between her legs, curious how she would respond. Sarah just kept pumping away, unconcerned that her dad was in the mirror, watching her small finger masturbating her rectum. Unconcerned that, six inches away from her most intimate, sexual orifice, her dad was studying her anal hair pattern. Counting the ridges on her anus. Counting the number of.