When I got just outside it, I stood looking at some of the prints mounted on the wall by the door and tried to hear any telltale sexual noises that mi...ht be coming from behind it. I could hear talking and some moaning and sighing going on. My cock grew hard in my pants from imagining in my mind what Sabrina was doing "to" or doing "with" the young doctor inside the room. Then, I moved close to the crack in the door and pushed it slowly open to see if I could actually see Sabrina "in action". I. "OUCH…Gently, remember the rules."“Sorry,” I muttered now completely embarrassed with what I had just done."Its okay, just caress them gently with your hands."For the next few minutes I did as she instructed. Her skin was softer than I had imagined which made me even more nervous. With her encouragement I got more and more use to handling her body. Fiona had three distinct parts to her breasts; first there was the orb itself all soft and spongy then there was the dark-coffee coloured areola. I tried to memorise this view - without get caught of course.Sarah changed the TV channel and found some workout show and got up to mimic the people on the show. She invited me to join but I much rather sit and watch her ass through her obscenely short shorts. As she leaned forward, her shorts rise up, showing the bottom of her white curvy ass. Her legs were so wide apart that when she bends over to touch her toes, I can see down her blouse and caught a quick glimpse of her breasts. It was so. ”“Happy Birthday, Daddy.” And another kiss.Another plate full of pork sausage patties, all heart-shaped was set out next.“Thank you Paula Erin.”“Happy Birthday, Daddy.” And one more kiss.A mug of hot chocolate and a huge glass of grapefruit juice followed.“Thank you Genevieve Lynn.”“Happy Birthday, Father.” And another kiss, with a tear. Father?Utensils and napkins were set out for me.“Thank you, Erin Lynn.”“Happy Birthday, Father.” Another Father! And another kiss.“Don’t make me eat alone..