“Daddy’s favorite project,” Abby said, then she added, “When he isn’t prospecting.”“He’s done a job of work on it,” said the guard. ...��Is it a front and middle or a middle rear?” He was referring to drive axles.“It’s a front middle rear,” Abby was quite proud of it. It was painted up in desert sand and ... except for being clean ... looked like it had just finished a patrol in the Iraqi western desert. “Daddy did it.”Alice looked at her watch, “Come on, Abby. Don’t want to be late.”Straight on. After getting an hour or two sleep, in my sleep I turned right and put my arms around Geeta, she had her back facing towards me. Now since, my girlfriend, Rita and Geeta are twins, they share very similar body structure. Not even once in my sleep did i think that is Geeta around my arms, out of reflex I thought its Rita and I started touching her in the right places. First, I brought y lips to her neck slowly and started kissing her, as she started moaning. Then, I put my arms under her top and. Three giggling teenage girls are flouncing around my bedroom, swapping swimsuit tops, comparing breast sizes and unknowingly putting on an erotic show as my hard cock strains against my shorts. I rationalize that my voyeurism isn't perverted because I'm not looking directly at Samantha, my granddaughter. I'm keeping my eyes focused on her two friends, Jenna and Angela. Anyone would look at these beautiful half-naked teens. It doesn't mean I'm perverted.Jenna is not part of the breast size. You are strong and muscular; a man, not the boys I had dated. Un-pure thoughts run through my head quickly.“Hi sis,” you say. “Nice day to get that last bit of tan, huh?” “Yes” I mumble. I look straight into your eyes. They locked for a moment. I can feel you staring at my body. As I walk closer to the door, and you catch me, your hand running down my arm. I feel a tingle run down my spine. I look at you, and your eyes stare back suggestively.“I’m going in to take a shower,” I stammer. “When.