"Well she loves attention to them; kissing and fondling." It was not uncommon for her to order me to finish, by stroking myself, upon her white smooth...slim legs.James moved un-commanded this time, his hands coming off his mothers chest and one dropping to a place just above her knee, on her lap. It was a short skirt so it stopped half ways to her knees, thus James was groping his mothers black nylon covered thigh."When you get her into bed James", the boy looked half crazed with lust at this. To finish silently reading his memoirs would engulf me in the knowledge that there were many places on my infantile body my father would use for his selfish pleasure. My naked bottom, my nubile little pussy, he would even use my tiny feet.Is this why I have such terrible oral fixations now and still dream of my daddy in bed with me? I also never seem to be able to get completely clean and scrub myself in the shower as if there is a sticky substance on my face and legs that won't ever come. This sent one last spurt from my cock, which landed in Claire’s dark hair.Although I was spent I watched as the 2 teenagers proceeded with a long lingering kiss, and my cock maintained its hardness, and I felt a reassurance as the girls separated. Grabbing Claire’s skirt with one hand, I reached around her slim waist with the other and pulled her towards me, as my erect cock bobbed in front of me, pushing the skirt between Claire’s legs. Her smooth inner thighs quickly closed and trapped me for. And just as I was adjusting my cock she happened to glance back. "Do you have a hard on?" she asked in disbelief. "Sorry I can't help it but you're driving me crazy with that dress" I said glancing up and down her body. "You bad, bad boy" she grinned throwing the towel she had in her hand. I was surprised by her reaction as she walked over."I'm just a man" I said. "Well are you going to do something with it or are you just going to walk around with a hard on all day?" she laughed looking at my.