I need to dry off and get dressed, and you need to go home.”Alyssa walked right up to the curtain. Her nipples were hard, protruding impressively ou... from quarter-sized pink disks and breasts like two halves of a lemon. “Good then,” the girl said. “We can get straight to the good stuff.”It wasn’t until Alyssa pulled the shower curtain open – which I must have let her do, come to think of it – that I realized my cock was already hard again, sticking out straight at her. Alyssa’s lips were at. She was absolutely gorgeous. I don’t know how long I stood there looking at her - time being kind of irrelevant after all. In fact, I was perving on my daughter’s body so much that it took me quite a while before I noticed the embarrassed grin she had plastered all over her face.I curiously leaned down - getting a nose full of the sweet scent of her hair - so that I could see what she was looking at. She was in the middle of a long conversation with a friend of hers, Michelle. She was probably. I arrived home shortly afternoon and let myself into the townhouse I shared with my wife. We had been married for a couple of years and we were doing well. I walked through the downstairs and there were no signs of my wife. Suddenly I heard her voice and started up the stairs. Walking slowly I heard her again this time a low moan. I paused and listened. Another moan then heard the steady sounds our bed makes as we are making love. I was frozen in my tracks, my mind was racing, is she. " Susie rolled her eyes. "I'm married with k**s you perv. Of course I've seen a cock before." She stuck out her tongue and stepped closer. "But. . .Kerry's right I should compare." Susie had no idea what she was doing, or at least why she was doing it. Mike and her had a great marriage and a great sex life, but here she was willingly looking at a pair of impressive cocks that were jerking toward her as if she were some goddess they needed to worship..