I could not help myself, I had to get that same feeling, I fingered my self now very fast and I could feel myself starting to climb that wonderful fee...ing of a climax. I wanted to moan myself. But I did not want to give myself away, and I wanted to watch the two girls so I could learn more nasty things. I have to tell you, at this point in my life, I was not told what I was watching or what I was doing was considered nasty. Somehow I just knew it was, and knowing that made me want to do it. And when I get done, shake it gently to get the last out."I was peeing into the bowl and Shary was trying her best to keep me aimed in the right direction, but the longer she held me the harder it was not to get excited. Between her little index finger and thumb moving back and forth trying to aim and the actuality of her hand holding my penis, it was really exciting me a great deal. I finished and as Shary was shaking it, I started to grow erect.She noticed this and commented, "Daddy, your. She stopped for a moment and listened to the crickets and frogs from the nearby pond, and then she heard the distinctive sounds of sex, not too far off. She followed the grunts and moans and was soon at a small clearing, though she was hidden from view by the underbrush, there she saw them in the pale moonlight. The girl was on her hands and knees, while the boy was behind her, shoving his cock into her and manhandling her ample tits.Jenna thought of her own tits, though not large, no one had. But what difference did it make? She had been glad to take him; he had been visiting her two or three times a week. He had never offered her money; it would never have occurred to him to do so. Unlike the two occasional men in her life, both in their fifties and glad to give her "presents". She decided to regard him as her secret pleasure, separate from the rest of her life.He was now gently rubbing her cuntlips and she was responding. "A friend! What friend?" she gasped."Well, don't be cross..