She licks her lips. I look into her eyes and am pleased with my progress. I walk around and feel her pussy, it's wet, but not as wet as I'd like."Do...'t I make you wet?" She responds, "Yes Daddy you do. But..." She wants to continue but knows she shouldn't. "But what my pet?" "Daddy, I get so much wetter when I touch it, when I can feel it, when I can see it."I grin, my work is progressing nicely. Her body desires mine, she craves for my touch, my presence, my being. She becomes aroused. She let out a little scream as she felt it breaking into her, she opened her legs wider to take it in. As Rachel build up her rhythm Angie felt the cushions brushing against her nipples. Behind Rachel he was lubing up the anal wand and was now beginning to push it slowly into Rachel. She was enjoying the feeling of each of the beads breaking through into her arse. The dildo was now well inside Angie’s pussy and she was moaning with pleasure each time it thrust deep into her. She had managed to. In Ben’s mind, Amy represented a small piece of pure wonder and beauty akin to the reputation of the Mona Lisa!“So. Tell me about your mother. Where was she born? Who were her parents? Anything you can think of. Maybe I can come up with an idea or two to help you on your search” Ben suggested as he focussed his attentions on the kitchen chores. He was becoming intrigued with the possibility that this young girl might actually be a connection to a part of his past, and his almost forgotten. It was the wine, the mood, the chemistry -- it all led to a kiss pretty much well over any limit I’d have imagined, and his arms around me were doing more than just holding me, they were caressing my back, my hip. At the end of the song he whispered an apology and led me back to our table. The event ended soon after that, we went home and AJ, to my surprise, wanted to have sex. Well, so did I. I remembered all of that. “Well, if you wanted to give me a gift I’d remember the rest of my life,.