.. of...” She squirmed.“Your father?” I asked, my arm tightening around her shoulder.Dusk looked at me, her strawberry blonde hair, gathered in ...igtails like my own (I wasn't sure why my eldest daughter and I had decided to copy June's hairstyle) swayed. One fell over my bare arm, tickling my skin. “He ran off with June.”“Wish he'd run off with you?” I asked. I grinned at her. “I don't mind sharing my daughters with him. He's a great man.”“What?” gasped Dusk. This look of shock rippled through. I tried to clear my mind and told her she can call me ‘dad’. She said she’ll just call me by my name (Sanjay) for some days before calling me ‘dad’.Then my son asked her to touch my feet. I could see that the saree was poorly wrapped. Anika had no experience with a saree and obviously, it was her first attempt. It was almost coming off. Still, she bent and touched my feet. I got a clear view of my son’s wife’s exposed back and perfect ass this time.As I put my hand on her head, I felt the silky. I did my best cool-kid swagger and struck a pose in front of the three girls. I was impressed when they purposefully checked me out and then acted as if they weren’t impressed. Who were they kidding? I was David Dawson, star quarterback, fashion model and movie star. I was giving them my best thousand-yard sultry stare when everything was ruined. Someone gave me a hip-check and about knocked me down. My archnemesis, Tracy, giggled and made me laugh. Curse that evil woman!Tracy linked arms with. She stared hungrily, no longer blushing, her passion taking control once more. She saw him close his fist about his cock and pump it a few times as he stood looking down at her cunt. She gasped when he rubbed the fiery head against her thigh.She listened to him breathing hotly as he stood between her legs, stroking his cock. Her cunt clasped tightly, juices seeping from it and onto the curves of her ass. She gripped the seat of the chair in an effort to keep from reaching for his cock.Then Rich.