The little minx had obviously anticipated they might be put onto display when I told her I would be stopping by. It was a shame about the thick smear...of girlish goo soaked thoroughly into the crotch... I knew from personal experience that no amount of washing would ever get them back to smelling daisy-fresh. I let my fingers trail down to her butt. She widened her stance, panties straining tight between her thighs. “Please... please be gentle,” she begged in a hush.“Is that really what you. As the train started moving, I lightly put my shaft on her bottom. As i had expected she pushed back almost immediately and my dick was now moving between her ass cheeks.The up and down and sideways movements were making me mad with ecstasy and I cursed myself for wearing tight jeans that day. I decided to make better use of my left hand now (right was still below her hand) and moved it ever so casually over her left ass cheek. All the while we were in a slow movement with our dicks and asses. Into nothing.The years went by, jobs, cars, house, dog, no c***dren, traveled the world, been there, done that...all except a good sex life.....And as nature goes, my libido fell, and my wifes increased....or, more directly said, went sky high! And she startet to "demand" sex, but I was not very eager (keep in mind that in all of my twenties and thirties I wanted sex, a lot, but my wife did not, so I felt it a bit unfair).But, I still liked, and enjoyed sex, and my erection was fine too, so I. “Careful, Tash,” Barry said, urging caution on his daughter. “Watch the gates.”Natasha’s eyes rolled as she replied with, “Yes, Daddy, I can see the gates. I’m okay. I’ve had enough lessons. I can drive.”Barry’s head moved. He turned to regard the blonde girl behind the wheel and said, “Sorry, Tash. I know you can drive. I’m a nervous passenger, that’s all. It isn’t you.”Natasha nodded, concentrating as she braked her car, her brand new car, a sporty Audi TT that was a birthday present from her.