"If you aren't married then how can you be my real daddy?"My heart lurched within my chest. One tiny little slip of girl, armed with an apparently bot...omless supply of questions, had me feeling more defensive and unprepared than all the armed men and women I'd ever faced."Well, let's see ... first off, your mom and I made you, so that should count for something. But just about anyone can make a baby. My name isn't on your birth certificate, not yours or your sister's or brother's, because of. So quietly I walked to the door and slowly opened it. Peaking my head in I found my wife in the shower with her back to me. And through steamy shower doors I watched Dee with her left leg raised while her right arm moved furiously up and down. I crouched down to see between her legs and could make out 3 of her fingers pumping in and out of that phat juicy pussy. Then all of a sudden she threw her head back a moaned loudly and I coulda swore she said "fuck me with that big dick." Jerking my cock. She had seen the young couple who were staying there in the restaurant earlier that day. He was tall, with dark hair, piercing blue eyes and a beautiful golden tan. He kept himself in good shape and Lucy had noticed his toned physique showing through the tight t-shirt he’d been wearing.His partner was a little bit shorter than Lucy, with long, golden hair. She was also toned, had beautiful chiselled cheekbones and curves in all the right places. They were well-matched in the looks department,. “Let’s do this. Let’s take off some of our clothes. How’s that sound, alright?” Catherine said. Sarah hesitated but as Catherine removed one piece so did Sarah. First came the blouse but Sarah would do so slowly. Then came the skirt. Sara did that slowly too, removing it with some hesitancy and Catherine watched with intrigue in her face as Sarah followed her. Then it was time for the slip to come off as well. But this time Sarah was expecting it and before Catherine knew it, Sarah’s slip was.