She was gleefully the center of attention. I stood propping my door open watching as the young lady I'd fathered and raised slowly started unbuttoning...her blouse. She hung it over the door of her locker and reached back deftly to pop the clasp of her bra. With one swift motion it not only popped free it fell down her arms and she tossed it into her locker.The next to go was her skirt. She undid the zipper at her side and let it fall to the ground. She lifted it up with her foot and tossed it in. More oil is applied and Tom slowly works his fingers in and out. I am disgusted, fascinated and aroused at the same time. In case I forget, Eve guides my hand down to my clit and I stroke myself as I take in the scene. Tom’s fingers are replaced by his penis. Tom holds his penis stationary and Sue gradually slides herself back onto it, giving a small gasp of what seems to be pleasure with each small step. I watched carefully, wanting to see and remember every tiny detail. The way Keith touched. I told Twinkle I need to go now since it is getting late and I need to buy dinner. She told me no need, she already has cooked something for both of us. Damn... I wonder how can her hubby not cherish such a gem?We went downstairs to grab our dinner. Twinkle is a great fuck in bed but she is even a greater cook. I am looking at the spread in front of me and my mouth water. She has laid out stir-fried vege, a clear soap, a pork dish and a steam fish. I told Twinkle she don't need to go through. She lowered her fingers, parting them to be sure that Schaffer could see, a drip of clear moisture leaking free to pool on the surface of the table.Damn it, he was still sore from the previous night, but the allure of her invitation was too much for him to refuse. He had a good idea of what she expected of him, and it was confirmed when he lowered his head towards her loins, gripping a handful of his hair in her fist and tugging him closer. She was rougher than Osha had been, less considerate,.