"No, perhaps you aren't. I can usually tell, David. But you aren't amaster, either. So there you have it. I'm inviting you into our bed. Youcan have h...r. You can have me. You can have both of us. It'll be nice"Was I ready for this? Was I prepared to cross the line? And if not, whathad been the purpose of tracking her down?"Can I start with her," I said quietly, "and build up to you?" Of course you can, dear boy. You have a thing for our darling Cindy Sue.I think it's wonderful. But a word of. Fuck! My cock was hard. Well, I got little sleep that night, not to mention how upset I was thinking and dreaming about cock.I calmed down, life was going OK, and then I began thinking about that video. Like a magnet, I was drawn back to it. I found myself masturbating so much, my cock was getting sore. The blonde was so hot. But I was lying to myself. It was the cock that got me going. But I knew I couldn't do anything about it. Could I? How could I find another guy to play with me? Try this. "You okay baby?" he asked."Daddy . . . why haven't we thought of getting mom in on this before?" she asked."I don't know, baby. You think she'd go for it?"Kayla chuckled. "Only one way to find out. I'll speak to her tomorrow. Don't say anything, though, okay?" Okay, baby."They kissed and separated, heading off to the bathroom to clean up. Neither of them saw Tanya, Kayla's mom, standing outside the open window from where she had watched and heard the whole. Her fingers move with a steady rhythm, and dip gradually deeper and deeper into her moist slip. The feel of the wet lace over her clit is exquisite, and a soft, almost imperceptible moan of delight escapes her throat. Tossing her head back as if to feel the suns kisses as Silas’, she deftly slips her fingers under the waistband of her now dripping panties, and revels in the sticky, musky wetness she finds there. Shifting one leg over the arm of her chair, her rhythm changes, becomes more.