Figuring the worst was over (or the best, depending on how you looked at it), I was wrong. Because within a couple of seconds, I felt her hand crawlin... up the inside of my thigh again. And this time? I did nothing to stop it.Here I was, married, with a girl the same age as my step-daughter, sexually touching me. And letting it happen. My wildest fantasies and dirtiest thoughts going crazy inside my head.She kept moving her hands gradually up inside my swim trunks, and touching me. First she. I was mesmerized by the nice fragrance. I took a mini bath and wore the same bra and panty as Ipsita kept a nighty.There was a big mirror. The nightdress was a two-piece. It had a sleeveless inner part and a gown over it. But even after wearing the gown, it was mostly see-through. I could see my white bra and panty through the red nightdress. I felt a little awkward wearing such clothes in someone else’s house.I came out and asked Ipsita if there was any other dress. She said all her dresses. You are simply ... fantastic!" They just held each other for a moment until they heard a cry of passion from the floor across the room.Everyone's attention was drawn by the noise and the sudden realization of motion in their midst.Overcome by the passion of watching the unbelievably erotic vista before her on the bed, Brooke had not been able to resist Steve's attention to her body. She had responded to the visual stimulation of watching Catherine and Lee's fucking combined with the tactile. I had been at it for maybe twenty minutes and once againhe was peeking up, for what might have been the fourthor fifth time. I turned my head to see his face.“Oh, please,” he whispered, but the look in his eyes wasfar more eloquent.I grinned, but figuring it was enough, I grabbed a bunchof tissues, taking my hand from his nuts to do so. Iheld the tissues in line with his cock, but a few inchesaway. I stroked him a little harder, applying more ofthe action to the head. In just a few.