.. Daddy... oh god... Daddy!" You gasp, bucking your hips with each and every slow rotation of my thumb, digging your fingers into the mattress of you... bed. I groan as I feel your pussy grasping at my fingers, driving them harder and deeper into your little pussy. Your wetness increasing exponentially, my knuckles smacking wetly against your snatch, your juices dripping down to your cheeks. I finger-fuck you faster and harder, increasing the rolling motions of my thumb on your swollen clit.. I decided to be a little more of a tease. I started bending over pretending to fix my shoe laces with my ass to the store front, knowing he would be able to see me. I knew from looking in the mirror at home that if i bent over just right you could see up the bottoms of my short shorts and could just see the edges of my panties. It was thrilling. A few minutes later, I noticed my dad in the distance watching the man watching me, and watching me too! I kept up my games for a few minutes. “Hay Honey will you help me carry the bags inside” Mom called over and I walked over to the car and started helping her carry the bags inside.The inside of the house was pretty cosy. It had a kitchen with a sitting area and a bathroom and then stairs up to two rooms. One for me and one for Mom. I carried both our bags to their separate rooms. My room had a single bed in it with a dresser for my clothes and a little table with a chair. Mom’s room was the same but just a bit bigger with a queen. I knew my wife was lingering around the corner listening to me when I asked, "Hey, you know that thing we did Sunday? I sure hope I didn't make you feel awkward, but to be honest I really want to do it again. What about you? Would you mind if I sucked your dick again?" "Hey man, think what you want but I don't ever mind having my cock sucked. You want to suck me right here?" "Here, the laundry room?" I asked, looking around noticing my wife staring at us from the top of the stairs. Glen.