I felt much better now that I had my daughter back. I stood up, holding the blanket around me and went to my room. I hadn't bothered to put anything o..., and slipped under my covers. I was lying awake for a few minutes, thinking about my relationship with my daughter and our new found openness. Soon after, I began to think about my renewed sexuality. My hand mindlessly wandered between my legs, and my thoughts turned once again to what I had seen through the window that night. I pictured my. He could feel the muscles under his hand twitch in reaction, and Dave marveled at how soft and hard her body could feel at the same time.He moved his hand slowly higher, until he gently cupped her sex in his hand. Running his middle finger up and down her lips, he found she was moist, but not extremely so. His sister had taught him that for his partner to enjoy themselves, he had to ensure they were as wet and relaxed as he could get them.He released her breast from his mouth, and again trailed. I’m glad he did, I was leaking on the ground wanting to feel that force lower on my body. I wanted him so bad. With him taking control I reached under my skirt and found my clit I rubbed it furiously wanting to come as he did. Simon was faster. I knew the feeling of him when he was ready and I felt him pull out to where I just had his head inside. He asked me if he could, I nodded and put my teeth around the rim of his head. I licked his head and rolled him around my mouth. He grabbed my hair. "Abbie, baby, what's the problem," I asked "Scott, my dear sweet Scott, I've got a real problem. I know I said that you could use my body however you like and whenever you like. I won't stop you if you really want to fuck my arse, but please be gentle. I've got a real fear of anal sex." OK, Abbie, tell me all about it." She hesitated, but then plunged in, "Well, Eric had this thing about anal, and it was one of the things that drove us apart. He just wanted to stick his rotten cock up my arse.