We were sitting in bed nude together drinking our coffee one morning. My penis was up erect and my girl reached down and gently stroked her finger alo...g it. Then she asked me how a man “does it” with his hand.I didn’t need to be told what “doing it” was. I’d been doing it for about a dozen years, typically a couple of times a night. Since I’d met my new girl she was the main performer in my masturbation fantasies when I wasn’t shagging her.I got onto the bed next to her in a kneeling position. "You may partake of lunch in a few minutes, but first I want to propose a toast." She continued, "To our Princess, Wendy." As the women all held up their glasses to toast my daughter, the door of the room opened and Debbie pushed a trolley into the room. On the trolley was my lovely daughter, stark naked and garnished with fruits and cream. Her head was framed by her blonde hair and lying in a bed of bunches of g****s. Her breasts were covered in cream with half strawberries pressed to her. OF COURSE I wanted a better fuck - not that there was such a thing. I'd never had a bad fuck. But as I thought about it, I started to wonder how things might feel from Becky's side. Those thoughts were foreign to me. I didn't know how to answer Lisa. I looked around, at Becky first, then at Lisa's pussy. I was totally confused.Lisa wasn't, however. She saw me looking down at her sex and immediately got up. "Think about it, Ryan," was all she said. Then she waved a 'come ahead' to Becky and went. A few moments passed and someone had pushed their cock through the little hole, I began touching it with my hands before using my mouth to please it. I can’t begin to tell you about the thrill it gave me pleasuring this anonymous cock, I deep throated it, I coated it in my spit and I teased the head until it was quivering. The thrill of being so anonymous and not knowing who was on the other side of the wall, being used up by this stranger was sending me into a frenzy. As soon as his cock.