..' Bruce said something like '...yeah, you think you big, just because that pussy grip your dick, just wait...' It felt like hours as Charlie sawed b...ck and forth in my butt hole. The door opened to where Daniel had went and I could see a pair of naked feet walk up behind Bruce and stand to our side. I heard Daniel say to Bruce and Charlie, you guys got that pussy opened up for me...' Charlie started to saw back and forth in my bung frantically as he said '...Yeah man, let me cum up this. As a result of Marcy’s experience when her parents separated, she still found it very hard to place her trust in anyone, even me. Therefore, our sex life was pretty tame and although she was and still is a very sexual person with wishes and desires of her own, she is afraid to act on any of them. Twenty years later at 39, her self confidence has grown and she is more than happy to dress provocatively when we go out together but is still very reserved when going out with friends or family. She. ‘You take me in your arms — your hands move over my back, down to my ass — squeezing it roughly — ouch! You pull me close — a gasp is forced from me. You’re removing your nightshirt — I look down — seeing it differently than I could in the past — for the first time. You take my hand, encouraging me to feel it. You smile proudly as I do. You rub it against my stomach — letting me feel its growing hardness — your need. I’m fascinated in seeing the iridescent streak it leaves on my stomach — like. My father and I had slipped into this non-verbal routine. I would wait, naked, for him in the shower and he would come watch me dry myself. I never made any attempt to cover myself. I always made sure I bent over to pick up my clothes or my shoes and it always took longer than usual. I was hoping I'd feel him slip his big, long fingers into my always wet pussy or reach around and cup my pert, 36B's. Hell, as horny as I was, I'd have been up for sudden, wordless, balls-deep fucking. But it never.