I may not be an expert. But I thought that I was a pretty damn good lover. I'm sensitive to my partners needs and I love foreplay as much as any girl ...ut there. I don't grope, I caress. I know what shitty lovers most teenage boys are. But thanks to Gina I was reasonably certain that I didn't fall into that category.I was certain that I would soon be able to change Gwen's low opinion of sex.From the time that Gwen and I were married things started getting worse instead of better. She exhibited. A low guttural groan escaped my throat, drawing my daughter’s attention. “Oh, Dad, stop ogling Beth’s feet,” Christine moaned. “I’m not ogling her feet, you cheeky bugger. You always say that when Beth comes round. I’m starting to suspect you of having some sort of foot fetish, young lady, keep going on about Beth’s feet.” Christine snorted with derision and looked at me incredulous. Beth smiled, then reached down into her handbag and pulled out a tub of lotion. Out of Christine’s sight,. It was obvious that Michael had set up cameras throughout the house to catch her.There were pictures of her in the shower, or changing clothes. These weren't so harmful, and she actually found it erotic to know that strangers, thousands of strangers, might be masturbating to her image.The picture that rocked her was one of her in her bedroom, nude, sucking the cock of the dark black mailman. This was a series and there were pictures of her sucking and fucking and taking his cum into her wide. I got to her place a little after 9. She was pudgy in a cute way, blond hair, thicker build, decent teenage tits. She greeted me at the door and then took me to say hi to her parents as she still lived at home and didn’t want to raise suspicions about who was that guy she let in. It also helped I knew some people she went to school with so we made it sound like I was a friend from school rather than a casual hookup.We eventually made our way downstairs to the finished basement which was more of.