"Go grab a towel from the bathroom?" Disappointed, I walked back to the bathroom and grabbed a towel. I handed it to him, and figured I'd leave him be... I walked into his bedroom, only to find a surprising discovery. My dad had a notebook laid out on the bed, almost just for me to see. Since he'd been going to therapy to cope with things, he'd been keeping a diary of emotions and such. I had never seen it, but this was probably the best time. So I read: I noticed yesterday how much my girl has. ‘Alright zack’ she said ‘your turn’ she moved her head to the right and started sucking on zacks tight balls. George knelt down on his knee to the left of sarah and started fingering her shaven pussy and rubbing her clit. She reacted by putting her left hand on georges balls and squeezing them very tightly. George kissed her neck and she deepthroated zack which, was much easier then deep throating george. She moaned loudly in response to george rubbing her so well. Her. The wind howled and so did the spanked girls. The masked avenger swung for the fences with the wooden paddle. The girls yelped and hick up cried to the beat of the master of the games leather strap paddle with blistering holes.The apprehensive ladies view of the earth and twinkling stars was breathtaking and took their mind off their panty-clad behinds which were visible after their dresses had blown up above their waist. The air which circulated around the dome made this viewing treat. I tried to be disgusted by them but found myself drawn back to them time and time again; fantasising about the sex life that I’d given up when I had left my husband. “Come on mam; sit down next to me.” Freddie smiled that smile and patted the cushion next to him. As if in a trance I did as I was told. I was beginning to regret the two glasses of wine that I’d drank after work.“If you’re not gonna rub it for me show me your tits and I’ll do it myself.” My son even sounded just like his dad,.