I checked down the hall again, and seeing no one, I put the panties to my nose, and what I smelled made my knees wobbly. With the exception of the But... Sniffer incident, I had never smelled a woman like that. Sure, I had done oral on a couple girls, but it was always pretty much for utility, doing what I had to do to get a girl ready for sex. The smell emanating from the panties was just intoxicating. I didn't know who's they were but the combination of her sweat, her pussy, and her ass, all on. There was nothing John wanted to say in response to that. This conversation would be all on Grace and he’d respond when he had something to say. ‘Ok then,’ said Grace, grimacing as she did so, ‘the hard way then.’ ‘Again, Grace, what do you want?’ he asked quietly. ‘What the fuck Dad. What do you think I want? Jesus. It’s been eight years. Not a fucking peep out of you. No idea where you were, what you doing, if you were even alive. What the fucking HELL do you think I want?’ John looked at her. I always had this fantasy of black men fucking my brains out. In a while, dad passed out. It was just him and me. I was teasing him. He put his hand on my thigh. He had really long fingers. It made my pussy wet. I coudnt take it any longer. I was so horny now. I guided his hand to the inside on my thigh. He smirked and felt my pussy from my shorts. I removed my shorts and put my hand on his cock. He was hard now. We were kissing. I sat on his lap. He placed one hand on my ass and the other on. I think she was quite enjoying teasing me.I finished what I was doing and Tracey went off to make us a cup of coffee. She came back up, and I sat on some steps, and thought that if she could tease me, then I could tease her. So, I sat there with legs apart, trousers tight across my crotch, revealing the outline of my semi erect cock. As we chatted, I noticed her looking at my bulge. Tracey sat down on a chair a little way infront of me, and leaned forward, resting her elbows on her knees. Once.