Stan watched on the video; Cathy was on all fours, her face buried in Brit's pussy. Cathy's small ass wiggling.Stan looked back at the live video. Cat...y motionless, the cover revealing one breast, her head to the side, her mouth open. Stan swallowed hard. While he loved to watch his daughter fuck, he had never really thought about doing something to her himself. But he knew how hard she slept, especially after sex. About a month ago, the smoke alarm malfunctioned, squealing at 2am. Cathy hadn't. You want a coffee or something, man? Or maybe from the look on your face you’d like something a little stronger,” he chuckled.There was nothing malicious in his tone. As far as he knew, I’d given Jill permission to sleep with him and his buddy, and he was just seeing the funny side of a husband walking into his home in the early hours to find a butt naked black man having a morning piss and cup of coffee.Like a moth to a candle, I followed our naked black neighbor into my own kitchen. He’d. Wrapping her fingers around it, she began to pump her fist. The position was awkward, but she wanted to feel his cock as he fondled her tits. She felt her palm become slippery with his dripping wetness."Want a blow job this morning, baby?" she whispered. "Mother will give you a nice blow job if you want."He grinned down at her tilted face, squeezing her tits. "If I can keep playing with your tits, Mom, you can suck my cock." Mmm, play all you want," she mewled, turning in the chair, her robe. He was also our main contact for getting some beer. My manager and I were working the “closing” shift on a pretty slow night. “You want to walk on the beach tonight?” I asked. “Why so you can mooch more beer? You never fucking pay for anything.” He was right. I didn’t. Not because I didn’t want to but because my foster parents made me give them half of what I earned and then deposit the rest. They didn’t want me to spend any of my money. “You have to save it for college,” was the mantra I heard.