I sat her on the stool and poured her a coffee, it looked like she had just thrown on a tee shirt to come downstairs as it definitely didn’t look sl...pt in plus from my angle it didn’t look like she had any panties on.We talked about last night and what a great night we all had and Sally wanted assurances that sleeping with my daughter was alright, I told her it was fantastic that they got on so well and had no issues at all, I even told her I thought it was quite hot seeing them and she glanced. She said “U are a good boy, it happens to boys of your age” . I sensed a chance to freely talk, and moved little closer. She then looked at me and said “Dont worry, you ll get a good girl soon and be married.. then you can enjoy all this”. I quietly nodded and said “But your husband was unlucky that way right..” She blushed on that comment and turned. I furthered and said “I have seen many beautiful girls in my college, but I didn’t feel anything for them”. Banu looked and laughed “Am an old. I could feel my juices running rampant as they both pressed their finger tips inside and back out again. Each reinsert allowed their lubricated fingers to plunge deeper into my love canal, as I sat there enjoying the advancements. I wanted to cum so bad, but not right there, as Steve was right across the table with an aching erection. I reached under the table, and gently eased each hand away from my burning box as they looked at each other with a confused look when I saw my husband sitting at. I remember my first visit to a hotel. It was back when I was serving my apprenticeship as a cop and didn’t have much money. I was tired of having sex in the public room of the coffin complex where I was living. It seemed like someone was always trying to slip a cock up my ass while I was having at it with some woman. I had talked a young woman into sharing the cost of a hotel room with me. We paid our ‘hotel bill’ and went to our assigned cot. The sheet on the cot was soaked with semen. I was.