As I compose myself, I gather my senses and focus back on her. “I love this movie” she says. “It is so romantic and heroic. I am glad you are w...tching it with me baby” She says as I quickly refocus into the moment with her. “I am glad I am watching it with you too” I say to her, my throat still a little choked up with emotion. “Baby, are you alright?” she says as she turns to look in my eyes. Even her eyes are amazing, they are like looking at the reflection of evergreens off of a beautiful. Others went for more firewood and before long most of us were led around the fire watching the glowing embers floating off into the night sky.Before long the topic of sex was raised. It was never far away, after all we were all quite young! A challenge was raised, who could tell the best sexy story.Most of them were good, but then someone call for me to have an attempt. So with Lady Chatterley’s lover fresh in my mind I suggested an alternative to the love scene, and it went something like. Bret, our son and the eldest, was 23 and had just graduated from college. He had married a sweet gal that everyone adored named Amy in his senior year of school. He and Amy both work in New York and commute by train back to their small townhouse in New Jersey. They were making some headway and were (and still are) deeply in love. It was beautiful to see. Our second child was our fireball daughter, Misty, who was 21. She is the apple of my eye (it's a daddy-daughter thing) and our wild child. I. Suddenly your bare pussy feels something long, hard, and hot against it. You feel my hands on either side of this heat, gently rubbing your slit. My hands move closer together, pressing into your crack. You arch your back to help me get a better feel. My fingers slide between your lips and travel toward your shaved cunt. It’s already wet and tingling, ready for anything. I nibble your ear when I reach your pussy lips and start to rub around and between them, spreading your wetness up your.