Without waiting for an answer, I went into the kitchen again and got two cans of beer from the fridge and a couple of glasses, but when I went back ou... onto the patio there was no mistaking him taking his hand away from his cock.I poured the beer and sat on one of the patio chairs, and we started to talk. He told me he was studying art at the university, and that he was sharing the house with three other boys, and I asked him if he enjoyed his studies, and he said yes, but most of the time he. On some levels, it was not a surprise, when my future mother-in-law took my girls out and my fiancé was trying to get one last game day out with the boys, that we took our culminating lust to his bed. I really could not believe it, my first lover, here, would soon be my father-in-law. All these years, I wondered what happened, why he resigned and disappeared. We had been looking at each other for days. We communicated silently, our mutual mortification. Despite all the hurt and anger I had for. Tia had closed her eyes again so I was inspecting her legs and body under the skirt intimately. I took a little extra time making sure I did a complete job but eventually I had to let her know her feet were decorated. “Okay, I’m done, now you have to let them dry.” I copped a feel of her leg when I ran my hand from her ankle to her knee before lifting it off my thigh. Tia swung her legs off my lap and sat up. She ogled her feet then smiled up at me, “Good job errand boy, that’s one thing. .. about her hand on her breast ... and her tongue in her mouth. Sandra disengaged her hand from her friends and placed it instead on her thigh, feeling the smooth skin that began below the very short hemline of Lucy's skirt. Lucy mimicked her and in a few moments, as she had half expected, Lucy's hand started to slowly move higher up under her own skirt. Sandra was so aroused that she shut out any thoughts of who was doing what to her, she simply went with the fact that her pussy was dripping.