He used his spare hand to press gently into the center of my back as he dipped his fingers into my soft moist heat. I was tight and extremely wet. His...senses fired up and his dick twitched against my thigh. I leaned my head back and sighed softly as he thrust his fingers up and down inside of me. I rode him and moaned, “Michael, I need…oh god I need something!” He quickly rid me of my skirt and halter top and gloried in my nudity. My breast couldn’t be more unbelievably beautiful to him, pale. "Yes it is, who is this?" she asked."This is Roger, I'm just calling to let you know I made it to St. Louis okay," I said."Oh, hi, Daddy!" she said, her voice brightening. "I didn't expect to hear from you so soon! Thank you for calling… I really wasn't expecting to hear from you at all today!" Oh? Why is that?" I asked."It's just that in the past my other boyfriends would say they would call and didn't. They said they forgot or got busy or something," she confessed."Well, I'm not like that. If. I laughed inwardly and flicked the top of the silver zippo I’d liberated from Larry’s desk at the factory. I loved the way it clunked open and then fizz-hissed whenever I flicked the wheel and brought it to light. It felt like such an adult thing to own, which, looking back, seems so childish.I’d never seen Mum topless before. Not even in Spain. We’d only been on holiday twice in all my eighteen years, and both times she’d worn cozzies or an overbearing bikini. Perhaps that’s what Dad had. Moving closer she kissed Jean deeply. Kristina moved her hands down over Jeans shoulders and stopped at her breasts. She said to Jean. You have beautiful breasts. Moving her hands further down, slowly working her fingers inside Jean's dress. Slowly sliding off her hips and letting it fall to the floor. Kristina got a surprise. Jean had taken off her nylons and underwear. Kristina was now kneeling in front of Jean. She loved how Jean has a clean shaved pussy. Kristina said I want you now seeing.