Do you remember that old song, 'Knock Three Times', well that will be me. And, of course, it will be the back door, not the front. Every weekday Donal... took the train from downtown that arrived at the station at 5:42. It was a four minute walk from the station to home, so Donald arrived home at 5:46 give or take a minute. At 5:30 M.J. took a quick shower and waited the few minutes until there was the three knocks at the back door. She hung her towel around her neck as if she just came down from. He spunked, and I directed the contents all over my face. Some spurts ended up on my chest with my frantic wanking of his cock but that was alright. As the quantity of liquid receded, I pulled my head back so that he could see my face covered in his milky spunk. “Go sit on the bed.” I pointed behind him. “I have some pussy to lick,” I said. I turned to Brigitte who was smiling and grinning at the sight of Steve unloading his spunk all over my face. She saw his cum on my face and beard as I. Instead he turned around, faced the other direction and said, “Please stop.”“Don’t you like watching me play with myself?” I asked while I rubbed my clit.“You’re only sixteen,” he said as he turned back around and resumed watching me.“You’re only forty-one,” I replied as he dropped his pants and started playing with his hard cock.“You’re my best friend's daughter,” he said as he continued stroking.“So?’ I asked.“This is so wrong,” he replied as he moved closer to the bed.“When was the last time. Back to the bedroom-the thing that caught my eye most was that she was holding a pair of my underwear to her crotch, soaking them in her womanly juices. I got an instant erection, and without thinking I slid my hand into my shorts and stroked my balls! I was gently working on my balls when I heard her moan my name. "Oh chris! I love the feel of your shorts on my pussy!" I thought she must've seen me, so I ran back to my room to continue wanking to what I had just witnessed. That night I must've.