With the limited space available and apprehensive on waking others, we were doing our best.I placed my left hand under her right buttock and moved it ...urther so that my palm was below her left buttock. Then lifted her entire butt up while using my right hand to lift her neck and run my lips over it. Her head was pulled back and with closed eyes, she was moaning silently. Maybe because of the jerky movements I came early and the condom filled up. I quickly removed it and put it back in the cover. I called her up and told her to come over, so she did. As of that moment I didn’t have any sexual intentions as such. It had been three days since I had jerked and looking at her I got an instant hard on , which she noticed and gave an expression I couldn’t understand.I called her in and we were chilling until our talks started deviating towards our generations attitude on sex these days. And I ended up asking her if she has watched porn to which she replied only a couple of times and her. I thought I could do better when I had my girls. The MC lifestyle isn't for everyone, and although we wanted our daughters to be involved, we didn’t want them dealing or just becoming an “old lady” to some scumbag. There are many lifestyle benefits to being a committed member of the MC; travel, money, sex, and drugs if you wanted them. And the Brotherhood. We shared everything. Wives, homes, cars, bikes. Even our daughters.Our girls had been carefully brought up; trained and groomed by. One of these customers was Mr. ‘L.’ He was divorced, in his late 40s, average looking. He would always start conversations with me, and lately they were becoming explicit and definitely over the line. Things such as who my girlfriend was, did I prefer a girl with big tits or a big ass, etc. It didn’t bother me but I definitely noticed it. Mr. L kept some expensive things in his garage. I saw his new basketball and I knew I wanted it. So one day when I had a garage drop off delivery, I succumbed.