He opened the exercise books and was appalled at the handwriting that he had used and it showed the level of his education at that time. "It is a wond...r I even got out of primary school, if my standard of education was equal to my writing skills it was a disaster", he groaned as that lot was put in the garbage bin, they bought back memories that were best forgotten.There was an old tea chest, the sort that carried the tea in bulk in the early 1950's. It was made of ply wood and on the inside. I hesitated, but decided this had all felt pretty good so far, so why not? We put our lips together and practiced kissing for a few minutes. I don't think either of us was all that much into it, so we stopped after a bit. Which is not to say we weren't into any of the rest of it... it felt good having my dick between his legs, and we were kind of pushing and pulling on each other as we embraced.Breaking apart and propping up on one elbow, Chip worked up his nerve and asked me a favor. "I've. Chris’s cock stiffened. We said it’s okay to watch.Except ... except he wasn’t sure he was really comfortable watching his own daughters these days. Leah and Gina had dropped pretty big hints about what they were going to do in the den the night Gina arrived, and Chris had decided that he had to not watch if he was to maintain his boundaries. He’d made a point of mentioning how much work he had to do and how tired he was and then failed to ‘get’ their hints. Given how tired they were the next. Enjoy your evening, slut." With that he felt several things being fitted about his hands, knees, and something compresses his head and then covers his mouth. The final feelings he has are something compressing his cock."Oh, by the way. I put the pussy mask on your head and two more on each of your hands. The sheathe on your cock will have a delicious effect on you. And trust Me, I won't miss a thing even though I am not here. Bye, my sweet slut."The speakers change from Her sweet voice to white.