What about the rest of you, she asked, would you share the photos as well? Of course they all replied. What a turn on, I thought, lets get started.Guy... started handing their phones to others to take photos and I posed with each of them, skirt riding up, pussy on display and legs slightly open. When it was Rob's turn, I whispered in his ear, slide a finger into me, But your husband said no he replied, I don't care, do as I say. He slid a finger into my bald, very wet pussy, I opened my legs. ‘Well, yeah. Just a bit. I think I must have stolen some of your height, though.’ It’s a gentle dig, and not an unkind one. The look on her face is strangely shy, though, as if she’s worried she might have taken things too far. You smile at her to reassure her and she smiles back, relieved. It’s like nothing has changed. She used to tease you all the time when you were kids, too. When she gets in the car she fumbles around under the seat trying to push it back to accommodate her legs. You watch. I had ordered a couple of new toys that would be used in him throughout the weekend while he was forced to watch me using his wife.Saturday morning their car pulled into the drive and they both got out and walked towards the door, I watched them through the window as they got closer mostly looking at Kelly who was in her mid fourties with long red hair and some amazing curves. She was not a thin girl which was good as always preferred the slightly bigger girls as have always found them more fun. Her pussy spasmed about my fingers. Her moans echoed through the bedroom. Pleasure transformed her young face. Her eyes squeezed shut. She bolted upright as her juices spilled around my fingers then crashed back into the pillows. She gasped and moaned, legs twitching.“Oh, yes, yes, Daddy,” my daughter panted. A smile crossed her lips. “Thank you for checking me out.”“You're welcome,” I answered, my mouth dry. I just fingered my daughter to an orgasm.“Ooh, I have to get ready for school,” she.