After a moment she turned serious and looked at my eyes.“Dad, have you tried contacting Marie? I know she hurt you, but...”Did she really know me ...hat well? I sighed before answering.“Yes, twice. But the number she used to have is no longer any good. If she’d really wanted to contact me she’d have been able to do that.”“How about the girlfriend you used to have before you came to mom and me? Have you talked to her?”The level of feelings I had when she forced me to think about Karen, surprised. As my wife had commanded, I was wearing tight jeans and a tight T-shirt, there was not much to hide. As I was bending down to pick up some empty glasses from the table one of her friends started squeezing my butt and commenting on its firmness. Now I had to go from girl to girl, each of them squeezing and touching my butt. The consensus was, definitely nice and definitely better than the beefy guys on the posters on the walls. One of her friends commented that if they had Playgirl Magazines to. I let him catch his breath, and led him into my bedroom. He started french kissing me, then nibbling his way over to my ears, then my neck, and down to my nipples, none of the boys that I played around with did any of that, they would lick my pussy and play with my tits, but this guy was very good, he knew what he was doing, and kissed my body with passion that I never knew existed, my pussy was soooo wet. He licked my nipples and sucked and lightly bit them, ohh myyy it felt wonderful, he. It's very interesting how many different ways you can find to flirt with someone using only an electronic car. Eventually, through wins and losses, we ended up d****d over each other, a tangle of arms and legs. I tried not to get too distracted by it, but it was so hard to press buttons on a little controller when all you can think about is how warm her hip is where it presses against your side, how soft her hair is where it falls across your shoulder, how smooth her skin is where it touches.