I was wondering why they had set themselves apart. Was he unwilling to allow her to take an active part (I could well understand that). Was she shy? W...s he? As if reading my thoughts, the man proffered a hand. “George Coombs, this is my daughter Larissa.” I wasted no time retrieving her hand and kissing it. “Just watching all this” he continued, “We have never attended any of these “parties” (he hesitated before selecting the word) before. Are you here with your daughter?” Having. I keep my pace slow as I think purely of Stacey. Her soft lips kissing me. I cast my mind back to the web cam shows I’ve watched of her. I imagine her beckoning me to join her. My pace picks up a little now as my cock is fully hard. It’s awkward though with the bed sheets and gown. It feels too good to stop now so I kick the sheets off of me and hold the gown up with my free hand. With free access now I work my full shaft with my hand, twisting my wrist around the tip. My eyes close and my mind. Adjusting the bra did no good as her large breasts stood up to attention pushed together in a deep cleavage threatening to explode outward. The tiny bra was not up to the job of keeping them under control. With that in mind she reached for the dress knowing it was daringly low cut and the effect it would have. It was a delightful soft glowing black silk dress hugging tight below the bust. ‘Thank goodness the underwear isn’t showing through.’ She said, to the mirror image while swaying her hips. They laid there a while then he carried her to the shower and they washed each other again and he fingered her cunt and ass as he sucked her nipples under the water. He flushed both her holes with water and then as he kissed her he put her hand over his cock and she gripped it and began stroking him. Then she grabbed his balls and squeezed them and then back to his cock. He then whispered in her ear ‘Suck me.’ She got down on her knees and took the head of his cock in her mouth and licked it.