She looked as ragged as he did. I guessed that she'd had less sleep than anyone.I cast my eyes at Dad who was just staring out of the window and said ...ery softly, "you ok?"She nodded, and then after also looking at him said, "you saw didn't you?"I shrugged and nodded, "yes, I saw you and Dad."Tears filled her eyes and she turned away embarrassed.Taking her arm to turn her around, and before I'd had time to think about it said, "I wish it'd been me."Fortunately Dad wasn't looking at us as she. “Baby, you taste so good,” I heard him say. At least I thought that’s what I thought I heard him say. He was eating my pussy like a man possessed. Knowing precisely how to get me off, he worked his fingers inside me and he started rubbing my spot. Now, I’m a strong woman. I need to be in control most of the time. In that moment, in that passionate exchange, I had no control over the orgasm that was threatening to overtake my entire being, to consume me from the inside out. I exploded in. But I concentrated on her finger work. She had gotten some lube from somewhere -- I kept a tube in the desk drawer in my study -- and her slick hand wrapped around my penis gave me fabulous stimulation. It was nowhere near the complete stimulation that a vagina would provide, but it made up in quality of contact what it lacked in quantity. I spurted within a couple minutes, delighted with my young pet. I thought I felt an increased urgency to her humping just as I came and felt her give a. I worked at a downtown dress shop and have always worked in that line of business since high school, this is the second and last place I work in that line. I was attractive (still am according to my hubby) about 5 foot 2 and around 120 pounds with huge tits (38 DD), a pretty face with big brown eyes and I know how to attract male attention! Anyway it’s Saturday and the store stays open till 6 pm (I just hated working the weekends), so it’s around 1 in the afternoon and I’m bored as nobody is in.