Playing tennis with John. Going to the beach, sunbathing andfrolicking in the water. Maybe even go topless. Coming home afterwards,making soft, passi...nate love to John as the sun set on their porch. Ormaybe just being roughly taken from behind in a beach bathroom, like thelittle slut she was.She was brought out of her fantasies by the manicurist. "Finished. Youlike?" Tammy looked down at her nails. Shiny, sparkly pink, perfectlymanicured, her hands soft and delicate. "Yes. Thank you." She got. “I think we should cut to the main feature,” said Gemma, looking atPeter, bashfully.Aisha nodded and began to remove her black crop top. Gemma followed suitand the two girls stood there, their small, perky tits pointing towardsthe teenage virgin.“Can I caress them a little?” He asked.“Sure. Just be gentle though,” affirmed Gemma.Peter cupped one boob from each girl in his hands and squeezed themslightly. It made their nipples instantly stiff. He soon learned thatthe girls liked it when he. Maybe it was the softness of her hand or the warmth of it, maybe it was because it was my daughter but I could feel myself getting harder. I doubt she noticed or felt the difference but I was rock hard and my balls were starting to ache from the tension. I was going to need to cum after all this.Somewhere between chagrin and this highly charged sexual tension I lost my inhibitions. I closed my hand over hers and moved it back and forth some then let go, she continued stroking me for a moment. "Please don't cry, my beautiful Mandy," Tony's rich voice was filled with pain and love as he wiped away her tears. Confusion furrowed her brow. It couldn't be him. He couldn't really be there in the bed with her. Could he? It didn't seem possible, but he seemed so real. "Tony?" Amanda sobbed quietly. "I've missed you so much. Please tell me you're home to stay." She stroked his smooth cheek with her fingers, making sure he was real. He wanted nothing more than to say yes. To whisk away her.