Now the fingers of my right hand reached her panty, and I was gently massaging her inner thighs with my thumb and little finger. My middle finger was ...ubbing her pussy over her panty. She was calling my name and moaning. I could feel the wetness in her panty and I knew that she is totally driven by lust. I keep on kissing her neck.I then checked her pussy by pushing her panty aside with my finger. I gently inserted my middle finger inside her, and she moaned louder.She was totally wet, and I. Peter believed he'dcracked some sort of outer shell, because his father was decidedly excitedby all the lingerie. As in a daze, Frank stared hotly at the garment and heard himselfsaying against his will, "Okay Peter...try them on and let's see how youlook." He couldn't believe he just told his son to put on his daughter'ssexy corset. His cock reacted by throbbing hard in his pants. At the same time, Peter couldn't believe his father actuallyagreed. He said, "Okay daddy, I'll go in the closet. He is very ordinary looking, not particularly muscly or handsome. You could say he is very plain.He storms up to her front door and bangs on it, shouting for her to come out. She opens the door and lets him in. I watch through the window and see them argue. He raises a hand to her and I'm up. I run through our garden and burst through her front door surprising them. She's in tears and his hand is still raised. I rush to her side and put my arms around her, fixing him with an evil glare. I tell. You’ll not be bringing anything else,” he informed us. “There’s a bottle on the dresser with five pills in it. Master Jeffery asks all his summer sluts to take them. Take one now and then one each morning. It’s Clomid, a fertility drug; nothing harmful, just something to promote ovulation for a quick impregnation,” he added. A few minutes later, Lynda and I emerged in shorts, sandals and T-shirts, carrying a single, little bag.“Oh; no; I’m sorry. I must not have been clear,” he apologized..