Me: how long you seeing meHim: from you put charger…He took my left hand to his pant. It was night pant I massaged his cock on that pant and I put m... hand into his pant, and massaged his balls and he did mine to but he was shocked ‘cause I didn’t wear any underwear. But I was happy. After all videos were finished we remove our hands. And smiled each other. By luck we didn’t explode our cum. Just pre cum only. But we two are happy, we washed our hand using hand kerchief. Then we talked.Him: so. I immediately felt better about myself. Whatever was driving lastnight's masturbation must have been A_'s femininity and my attraction toher. In my mind appeared an image of her smiling. Yes, I was madlyinfatuated with her.But there remained the question of what to do next. Call her or not? YesI was infatuated but that did not mean I should continue to foster arelationship. It might be wisest to simply end it here and move on. Icould see a potential for A_ to be out of my league, so to speak.. ’ her pen taps a sign insistently, as if to mock me for not seeing it. No walk ins, no free sessions, no shirt, no shoes, no service. Fine then. ‘Oh, well thank you.’ The receptionist goes back to being seemingly incredibly busy with paperwork. Not the best social skills for a receptionist. I sit down and start penning in my particulars. I’m not sure if I actually want to hand this in. Yikes, credit card information. Truthfully I was just in to browse. The form had very little in the way of. Her face, shiny with girl cum, smiled. “All set?” Daddy asked. “She’s ready as she’ll ever be,” Andrea responded. “Okay then, let’s do this!” Daddy stood up from the table and walked out of the kitchen. “Want to go watch Daddy fuck her baby girl?” Mommy asked. I nodded eagerly and Mommy grinned wickedly. “That’s what I thought,” she stood up and held out her hand to me. “Let’s go get front row seats on the couch!”Her hand swinging in mine, we walked into the living room. Daddy was still.