No, not thinking, day dreaming. In her dream, she is standing in her room, with only a towel covering her. Her dad was standing at her desk reading ...er texts. "Lil one, what’s this" He asked in a low voice. With her head lowered, she tell's him "I was texting Deb and, well, you read the texts I guess" "Yeah, I did" he replied. "So, is it true? Do you feel that way? About me?" Angie starts to tell him no, but, looking at how he is looking at her, she decides to answer him another. We then were made to pull them off completely and he said that we shouldn't tell anyone about this part because it was a secret thing his company is doing for a "special" underwear customer that buys his pictures. We said ok and that was that I suppose. He took lots of pix of us with our legs apart, our butts, even holding our butt cheeks open for some reason and then had us touch each other between the legs and hold each others cocks too.After a bunch of those pix, he had Allen get on his. Play with the tip. I was so jealous of the pen at that moment. Then her pen dropped. She bent down to grab it. All of her cleavages was visible. What a gorgeous view. I was staring at it.I realized Shruti was also staring at Anjali’s cleavage. Man, she would have been jealous of Anjali’s huge tits. Anjali was back in normal position but still, Shruti was staring at her boobs. Anjali continued with her pen play. She would sometimes grab her t-shirt and pull it over to have a look on her bra.I. This time it wasn't so impassioned, it didn't last as long,but I could feel that my cunt desperately wanted to be felt, to be rubbed.I led her over to the bed and lay her down. I kneeled by the side ofthe bed and I kissed her lightly on the mouth. Then I started workingmy way down her neck, tasting the sweat on her skin, listening to herbreathing as I slowly worked my way down to her left nipple.I sucked on her nipple and she gasped with pleasure, her breathingbecoming heavier. Her right.