I thought I was hot shit back in those days. I'd love to have those perky boobs of my youth back!After looking me over, Anthony eagerly stood up to he...d to the wall. “Not so fast,” I corrected. "Leave your pants and underwear here at the table before lining up along the wall." My boobs had them hypnotized as they calmly complied with my demand. I sipped on my beer as I watched all three of them take their pants off and head over to the wall. I was feeling more confident and naughty in the. Instead, I asked her what she meant when she said I looked like her brother? She replied "Well when Billy jacks off, that's what you boys call it isn't it? His peter grows like yours and curves like yours. But Daddy has a much bigger one. Mom calls it her pet monster." "And just where are you spying on your family to find out such dirty things little girl?" I asked her. " I look at Daddy every day through a peephole in the cabin bathroom and I see Mom do things to him in there too. She likes to. Her experience with the fairer sex was even more limited than that with boys however. She’d only ever had one girlfriend, and they weren’t dating for too long before her partner decided she wasn’t gay after all. The furthest they’d ever got was making out on Sarah’s bed whilst pushing their hands against each other’s tits, but she reckoned she’d be better at pleasing those of her own gender than men – she was, after all, a girl herself, and she knew how to please herself. The focus of her eyes. She nodded, and slowly pulled her legs apart, to give her father a full view of her glistening wet pussy. John's mouth began to water at the view. "Wow, you're really wet, honey," he said, running a finger down her clit. She flinched at the cool touch of his finger. "I am?" she said biting her fingernail. He nodded. "How do you please yourself, honey?" he asked. "I just rub my legs together really tight and it makes my pussy feel good," she explained, breathing quicker as he pressed down harder.