She took my hand and placed it on her pubic hair, gently brushing my fingers through it. It felt so weird: very soft on the outside, but when Laura pr...ssed my fingers into the crack beneath the silky pussy hair, it was wet and slick on the inside. With Laura's hand around mine, she moved it back and forth, slowly pushing my fingers into her vagina and then back out again. She took her hand off mine and I sensed she wanted me to continue, so I did.After a very short while, Laura's breathing. I look down and can see a nice round stain in my daughter's panties from the fun we had the night before as she gets out of bed. I turn and follow her down the hall, watching her sweet little firm ass sway back and forth as she's walking, until she stops to go into the bathroom. She turns her head and looks up at me for a second, giving me a funny look as she is going through the door, and closing the door behind her. ( This next part is what my daughter is thinking as she walks in the. My wife was still grasping my cock under my shirt, squeezing it slowly. There was no way to not know my wife was touching me, but nothing was on show. "My name is Emma," she offered, "Cheers." She raised her glass to her lips, eyes peeking down at us. "I'm Suzanne, this is Logan," my wife replied. She released my wrist and took her glass. "Cheers." Some idle chat followed before Emma looked at my wife and brazenly asked a question. "I've got to know, how did you manage to cum so controlled. If. ..the boy was in the ass-end of that car, naked and jacking the fuck off. She'd certainly seen stranger things in the years she'd been a cop...but it wasn't the boy's masturbation that shocked her so much as it was the size of his penis. Fuck...it was as big as...as my fucking leg...that's just not possible...that's not even human. Concentrating, she closed her eyes and tried to revisit the moment when she saw him just before hitting the bump in the road. Replaying the event, she saw him.