The hot liquid against my clit was very intense.I finished and she rinsed her hand, then asked, "Nice, huh?" Yes!" I said. "Where did you learn that?"...I started masturbating in the bathroom and discovered it by accident one day," she smiled.We finished our shower and got out, drying each other with tender looks and touches.As she stood in front of the mirror she winked at me and said, "You're not the only kinky one, you know."I laughed out loud and thought I'd put kink to the test that evening,. Her ride on the squash had her soaked and gaping. “You ready,” I inquired, slapping the barrel of the bat on my palm. “I think so, “ she replied grinning ear-to-ear. I put some lube on the top of the barrel and pointed toward her hot hole and she helped me work it in.It was amazing to see her clit erect and throbbing her labia stretched around the barrel of the aluminum intruder. I continued to apply pressure watching 6 or more inches disappear into her cavernous hole the printing on the. He rests warm hands on my shoulders and slides them down my arms. I turn and smile in welcome. We lean in for the customary polite kiss on the cheek, friends and just friends. We're both very aware of the sexual tension between us but have worked hard at not getting physically involved - I'm married, and he clearly went through a lot to extricate himself from a relationship which didn't give him the space to pursue his career. That space has been hard-won and I realise it's not something he's. "I KNEW it!" squealed Denise. "You DO have the hots for your own father!" It's not like that!" insisted Cindy. "I loved sleeping with him, back when I was little. He was so warm, and he smelled so good. I felt safe!" I know what you mean," said Denise. "I used to fall asleep, lying on the couch while we watched TV. Daddy would carry me up to bed. I loved that. He felt so strong. I always wished he'd put me in his bed, but he never did." Really?" asked her friend. "I though I was the.