We laid down on the bed from where we were sat and dad began to move his hand to the inside of my thigh and towards my pussy. I found his iron hard co...k with my hand and stroked it gently through his trousers. Involuntarily I let out a moan and said "oh daddy" and this seemed to spur on dad and he moved his hand up to my pussy and started to gently rub it through my tiny panties. I was so turned on I frantically searched for the zip to his trousers - I needed to feel him in my hand. At last my. Just as I was about to go change into my own bikini, Greg finished up and started walking back to the house. He walked into the kitchen and saw me and where I was. "I guess you saw all of that, huh?" he asked me. "Aww, poor baby!" I teased him. "Did you get all hot and bothered out there with the girls?" "What do you think?" he asked as he reached down and adjusted himself again. "I think you'd better go upstairs and do something about that," I told him with a giggle. "Naw, " he said. "I'll. He pushed as far as he could and then he began to pump me. I rubbed his back and grabbed his ass and we were kissing madly. I saw his face so much lighter than his pics since he was now having a huge smile on his face. I loved feeling my legs spread wide open and feel every inch pump in and out of me. I loved kissing his lips and rubbing his strong back and then his bare ass. He began to grab my tits still clothed in my sweater and bra. He lifted my shirt and forced one side of my bra up. Our sex was great and satisfying. Having just moved to the coast, I’d been without sex for several months and my energetic participation to release my pent up sexual frustration fueled his ardor that weekend and for many meetings after. My soon to be husband was born into money, a lot of money, and had a high paying job with an international corporation that earned him boat loads of more money. He had the means to wine and dine me like no other boyfriend had before. Surprised the hell out of me.