I snorted, and stood, taking her hand in mine and leading her to the same one. Along the way, I pulled the strings on her bikini bottoms and took them...from her. I led her, nude, to the lounge and tried to lay her down.“No,” she said. “You need something first. Lie down for me. Please?”I let her have her way and lay on the chaise after sliding out of my wet trunks.“So nice!” she said, taking my cock in her hand. Suddenly, she glanced up.“Do you want to know?” she asked.“Know what?”She cocked her. Those eyes made her the kind of girl guys felt comfortable being around. She always dressed like the mental image of the average co-ed who just rolled out of bed: school shorts, a t-shirt, flip-flops, and a baseball cap with her hair flowing out of the hole in back. Julie was athletically thick from playing in the intra-mural soccer leagues, the kind of body which would make her fight an uphill battle to keep from being chubby later in life.The difference between Julie and the thousands of. The stimulation to my breasts was arousing and exciting but becoming painful. What had started as an uncomfortable ache in my groin had become pain and was getting stronger by the second. Roberta must have realized what was happening to me. Her hands left my chest and in a moment I felt the pressure of the groin cup against my body increase. I couldn't see her hands but knew she was gripping the cup holding my cock and balls. The warmth of her touch seemed to penetrate the cup and warm the. Well tonight? I was going to give him something that he definitely could not ignore. I smiled as Daddy's lips parted as he both exhaled and swallowed, his need evident in his handsome face, and I made an effort not to pounce on him, hoping that it wouldn't show on my face. "Hi Daddy, welcome home," I said, aiming for sweet but my voice came out lower than I intended, husky, wanton and full of unspoken need. "H-hi," Daddy stuttered, his eyes not quite meeting mine as he continued to gawp at my.