I tried to take his hand and have him play with my clit but he put his hand behind his head and just laid there. So I took matters into my own hands a...d fingered myself. But as hard as I tried I couldnt quite get myself off. I stood up and knelt between his legs. I put my finger to my clit and started to lick him and as I tasted myself on him I felt myself getting close. I looked over at the tub and saw my husband with his head between Shellies legs. I knew then why she was willing to share. French was almost as pretty as Miss Elgin, with light blue eyes and long blonde hair. Her tits were a lot bigger, forming a tight cleavage within her v-necked T-shirt. He could tell that she wasn't wearing a bra today, since her jugs hung against the T-shirt. He could almost see her nipple indention underneath the white fabric. Her legs were long and tanned, spreading out from a tight pair of jean shorts, ending in a pretty little pair of feet in sandals. He marveled again that her husband. Basically I’d put on a show for my father and he must have been suffering from a case of blue balls.“Are you sure that I can’t help you with anything dad?” I asked. Right then I was prepared to let my father fuck me but he wasn’t having any of it and I decided not to offer myself to him again, well not that day. If he wanted me then he knew how to ask. Having said that I had no intention of wearing any clothes for the summer and he’d have to live with seeing me naked all the time. I decided to. "Could have been anywhere."Mrs. D, what's the deal with this Harry person?"It was a little later that morning, the air still cool even if it was going to be another Valley summer scorcher. We were having breakfast on the veranda under the grapevine. Persephone's mother stopped buttering her croissant and put the knife down. Out of the corner of my eye I saw Persephone put down her coffee cup."Where did you meet Harry, Sam?" In the west field this morning. I was out walking and found him covered.