It seemed too absurd for words, but I swore I could read desire in Becky's eyes as she felt me up. I couldn't help but moan, overcome by my daughter's...touch -- and when she smiled, I knew that she'd planned for me to respond that way. I was quivering inside, heart pounding frantically. Was my teenage daughter really coming on to me? She slowly worked her way down to my bikini bottoms, rubbing the sweet-scented oil into my tummy. My pussy was so wet that I was certain Becky could see it through. At 53, I thought he was much more attractive than the pictures I’d seen of him as a younger man. Being older suited him. His hair, a mixture of iron-gray and black, was pulled back into a short pony-tail. With his weathered skin and salt-and-pepper beard, he could make a very convincing ‘Samurai face’ that never failed to make the children’s classes giggle. If I were just ten years older, I might wish he wasn’t happily married. As it was, he had in many ways filled the empty spaces left in my. I pulled the back of them down so that you could get to his whole butt. His butt had a little bit of hair on it that had just started to grow. I did the same thing with the water and the cream that I did with his legs. Only this time, when I was rubbing the cream, I snuck my finger to rub his anus a little. I squirted some more cream into his crack and a little on that bone between his anus and scrotum. Jak still messaged his shoulders and back but had started to move too his lower back now.. Something that worked its way through my dampened senses. The person who had said that was a short girl in a long dress. Quite a plain-looking girl with short red hair and face full of freckles. The person who had groped her was a big guy towering over her, holding her hand and groping her smallish breast.“Come on, do you want to get in that class or not? With looks like yours, you shouldn’t be so prudish.”All my common sense shouted that I should stay away from them. Especially when she didn’t.