‘Oh just my luck,’ Sierra growled, walking to the isolated cabin. Her father’s car was parked under the trees and the kitchen/living room lights...were on. Well her dirty grub daddy could take his slut to the bus station and return for a showdown with a hostile daughter, she thought darkly. She made lots of noise calling out ‘It’s only me’ to give them time to get their clothes on. Sierra walked in. Her father had files strewn over the table and was wearing his glasses – he hated wearing those. Then I did notice – little looks, going out her way to compliment me on a game etc. The night of the story was a local house-party where a lot of the teams and parents were there, an end of season do. Jess and I had talked during the evening, her f**ily were out of town and I got the impression things weren't right at home. She had had a few drinks and made it increasingly obvious she was interested, in a restrained subtle way as we were in public, but still obvious to me, I thought. When she. I made sure to give Dad a good night hug, pulling him close to my body, so he could feel my boobs against his hard chest. I knew my nipples were hard again, and I knew he must be able to feel them through the two very thin layers of cotton that separated our skin. As I went to sleep, I couldn't help but feel proud of my initial progress. Who knew what would happen, but I was sure as hell enjoying teasing my Dad!The next morning I was up before him, and as I gathered the clothes from the line, I. Victoria, testing her limits, began to wiggle her finger inside the wet sheath. Amelia’s hole expanded, then contracted back down, which coated her hand in sticky juices. Wet, sloshing sounds filled the room, as both women worked each other’s sex. Amelia, close to cumming, pulled Victoria’s fingers out of her body. Not caring that the maid was in the room and watching, she pulled Victoria down and spread her thighs wide. ‘Sally, come look. Come see this beautiful, wet cunny,’ Amelia beckoned..