Paul watched her hips sway sinuously back and forth as he went up behind her, then down the hall and into her bedroom.She turned and said, "First thin...s, first," and began unbuttoning his shirt and pulling it off, then undoing his belt, opening his pants and pulling them to the floor, where he stepped out of them. She was kneeling now, eye level with the tent on his boxers which she pulled down, now face-to-face with her lover's father's quite healthy-looking cock eagerly pointing at her.She. Once inside, she asked for a minute or two to get ready. I didn’t mind, I needed to recover from the last mind blowing orgasm I had just had if I was to going to have any chance of continuing. Finally, after about ten minutes she called me into the bedroom. She was still wearing her grey top and green thongs, but gone were the white pants. Her cock was hard, the head was sticking out of her panties and she had a black dildo in her hand and was sucking on it. This is gonna be hot I thought,. She was dressed to be noticed and there was no doubt she was very attractive. The only photo on the brochure was a portrait one, but now she could be fully appreciated and her tits were moulded to perfection and certainly enhanced her beauty. Tea and scones were served, now it was time to open the bag, the suggestion that would give her thirty votes. "Miss Woodland", Graham began."Please call me Karen", she said with a smile. Graham gave a nod and continued. "We know that this seat is held by. Gemma mouthed to me, "Oh fuck!" and slipped a hand up her boob tube letting me see her black stocking tops and panties. She rubbed her pussy through her black silk panties and my legs buckled at the overload of sexual stimuli. "Join me!" she silently mouthed as she fell back against the wall, parted her legs and accelerated her masturbation.Gemma sighed as she closed her eyes, hell-bent on getting off. I stood confused finding masturbating to the sounds of my father fucking strange. I moved.