If nothing else I should at least get to know how my daughter-in-law's body was constructed. To fuck her I didn't consider.I let my hand glide down he... smooth thigh, down to were the hem of the skirt. My hand slipped under it, in between Jen's legs. Sneaked up along the inside of her thigh up till I could feel the panties. There I stopped. Giving my daughter-in-law time to reconsider our actions but when she didn't do anything to stop me, didn't make any moves to get me to take my hand away, I. ”“Nice of you, Flex, but what is it?” asked John.“I chartered a boat to take you out diving to a reef.”John’s eyes widened. “That sounds awesome.”Candace stepped out of her trailer. Marisa’s eyesfocused on her jealously. The model was wearing one ofher smaller bikinis. The top squeezed her breaststogether to give her cleavage. The bottom was a fullpanty, but it was skimpy and low cut. It was so low,Marisa was surprised that the tops of her. .." Cindy was interrupted by an elbow in her ribs, put there sharply by Denise, who knew Cindy was about to finish the sentence with the word "fathers!" Sugar daddies?" smirked Mable, finishing Cindy's sentence. "I could use a sugar daddy. At least then they wouldn't be robbing the cradle." Who they spend time with ... and who WE spend time with ... is our business," said Denise, some heat in her voice. She didn't like this woman, but it had more to do with the fact that this woman wanted her. I kneeled there for a minute, my hands resting lightly on top of her warm thighs, drinking in the sight of her, and in spite of the enormous climax she had given me only an hour or so earlier, I felt a slow stirring of re-arousal building somewhere deep inside me. But I ignored that feeling and concentrated all my thoughts and actions on giving her at least a little of the pleasure she had so unselfishly given me earlier. She let out a small sigh as I slid my hands up along her thighs, my.