“Go ahead. Let me see. I want to see.” You probably deduced I am an exhibitionist at heart. I tossed the covers aside and my hard cock stretched u... my abdomen. I stroked it, lying on my back and masturbating in front of my daughter and enjoying her watching. I turned my head toward her. She had pale blue eyes and the one closest the lamp flashed with a starry reflection. I could see most of one breast. My cock was really, really hard. Ashley got out of bed and sat beside me, her hips by my. No worries.” “Okay, and you know as always I trust you guys without fail.”Somehow I was still worried.I returned to my wife. She was lying there on that swivel chair with her legs spread out in the water and guys were checking her out. I was very surprised she’d not moved to find her clothes. She was so relaxed. It didn’t bother her to have strangers touching close and was a complete departure from her normal almost prudish self.“Do you want to do me again?” I asked her. “I mean, you know, why. Again, the beautiful teenager had no underwear. Her pussy was shaven and it looked used recently. "Fuck me, big guy." I laid Britney flat on the floor of her tour bus and lowered my head to her soaking cunt. "LICK IT! she commanded. Her finger stroked my hair and violently shoved my head to her box. "UH, YES!! EATT MEE." She humped her waist to meet each thrust of my tongue. "LICK MY PUSSSYY!! SUUCCKK MMY CUNNT!! Her breasts were bouncing heavily, so I grabbed them with my hands. "TOUCH MY. As the years went on the dynamic became the core of their relationship. Now into their mid and early twenties, their lives were centred around that old pattern. Currently she was passing from one shitty boyfriend to another. Consequently always coming up on another bad breakup, the conclusions of which were always Rachel ending up at RJ's apartment in the middle of the night. Being that this boyfriend was a particularly special specimen of bastard, RJ had been dreading this breakup for a wile..