I wanted to go faster, but already I could hear skin slapping against skin and I didn't want to make too much noise. Down a hallway was my dad and all...his colleagues and friends.Ana sat upright again after a minute or so. Her eyes were wild. I had never seen them like that before. They weren't teasing. They weren't comforting. They were wild with pleasure. She leaned back as she continued to ride me, giving her access to her clit. I was 18. I hadn't even fucking thought about her clit. But she. He must have some of the same powerful sex pressures within him, then. She bit her lip and refused to think any more along that line, because the image that came to mind was one of her golden boy in a leggy tangle with none other than Stella Baker.Then there was her daughter Monica, only sixteen, but already a raving beauty with dark honey hair and liquid brown eyes, a tall, lithe girl fond of swimming and sports. Could Monica possibly have some of the same ideas about screwing, or could she. I could feel his hardness pressing against mine. Slowly, we began to undress each other. I waited to see the look on his face when he saw what I was wearing underneath my suit. Greg's eyes grew wide and he smiled, saying, "Oh, my," again and again, as his undressing revealed my black silk slip, panties and thigh-high stockings. By now, Greg was naked and his cock was raging. I was down to my lingerie, and he pulled me against him and kissed my mouth, my neck, my shoulders. "Take me to bed," I. So when Spring Break rolled around I didn't have any place to go. That is when I remembered my parents friends Dave and Sandra they lived on the beach in a Florida town. I knew them really well when I was younger and I saw them a few times a year. There k**s refereed to me as Uncle John which really cracked me up. I gave them a call and explained my situation. They said they would love to have me down, but they were leaving town on a trip themselves. But hope was not lost, their k**s were going.