My mind was racing and Sara could possibly hear my brain churning over with the desire I craved, 'Four years Mother', she quietly whispered, adding, '...o get it, no one will blame you'.If I was trying to hide my own rising libido, I was failing miserably, my voice felt thick, like treacle, my palms were sweaty, and my slumbering pussy, so long dormant, screamed for that cock being teased in front of our watching eyes, 'Fucking hell Sara it like a male strip show', I know she was my daughter,. As it grew, Crystal's fingers rubbed up and down my shaft. Her other hand pulled to spread my legs and then gently went up my shorts to fondle my balls. The wife was sleeping less than a foot away as my cock reached a full erection in Crystal's hands. She adjusted her efforts to polish my tip as her other fingers caressed between the cheeks of my ass. Pre-cum rewarded her moistening her palm and I could almost hear her excitement. Very gently she lifted the covers and placed her head. Bethany and I put our beach bags over our shoulders and headed out the back door. The dunes between the house and the sea were covered with sea grass except for a sandy path.“So we’re leaving Mark to the she-wolf?” Bethany said as soon as we were away from the house.“He’s a big boy,” I said as we struggled through the soft sand. “He might be our secret boyfriend right now, but it’s up to him to stay that way.”Before Mark had snuck back to Joe’s room last week, we planned as much as we could. I. I want him to take his full measure of pleasure from me; before giving me away. He will not do that. Not tonight.In bed, I am nude. He watches me as I take the KY and smear it on my rear. I place the end of the tube into me and squeeze a generous amount inside. He knows I do not like anal sex. I find it painful. I also find it humiliating that my womanhood is ignored, left untouched, in favor of my other hole. Of course he enjoys seeing me prepare myself for anal invasion. This makes me feel.