This decision still didn’t solve all Penny’s problems. Even if she confined her lesbianism to Marina, she’d still have to keep it secret from Ma...k. Realizing this, Penny was despondent. She genuinely loved Mark, and found the idea of going behind his back abhorrent. She’d been able to rationalize her infidelities with Alyssa’s group because of the promise she had been given, however much she now doubted it. On the other hand, if she intended to continue her affair with Marina, there was no way. He’d fancied Gypsy for a long time, he’d known his daughter was fucking her father and this gave way to him making a scene, then suggesting to him as to fucking his own daughter as compensation, but he never realised that he’d get away with it.“Hope you’re not asleep my girl; the nights young yet!” He implied pushing his hand under the duvet.His hand went straight up between her legs; the abruptness of it took Gypsy by complete surprise. The warmness of her body went straight to his mind;. "Alexx laughed and put a hand on mine and began rubbing up and down. "What's the matter Candy? You scared of the big, bad cock?" I snickered and tried to sit back. But Alexx had my hand and was continuing to rub it up and down his crotch. I heard a gasp not far from us and saw a woman with her daughter standing close enough to see what we were doing. Alexx noticed too and finally let go. I glanced over at our "audience" and noticed that he too had stopped stroking. "So, when can I get a taste?". I know that whatever I see can't possibly improve on the fantasies I have imagined and acted out in real life. As I write, the thought of it makes my breathing slow, my pussy moist. I think about the now familiar routine of a wife undressing me, bathing me, parting my legs and making me ready for her husband's cock. I came to the idea of making the fantasy a reality gradually. At first just the thought of the fantasy was enough. But the fantasy was more arousing when I thought of the other.