The beautiful 5’2”, twenty-eight year-old streaked blonde, her curled hair falling past her shoulders, closed her dark blue eyes and turned her fa...e to the spray. The action on her breast moved from palm to fingertips as she unconsciously pinched and pulled the tender nub up and away from her chest. The middle finger of her right hand was slipping and sliding in her little peach slit and the two fingers on either side were lightly grazing the outsides of her fat, juicy pussy lips. “Oh, God!”. Johnson,” I say casually with a small smile.“Anything for my two favorite girls,” he says while looking at both of us, a spark in his eye as he looks from his daughter to me, smirking. He looks gorgeous in his workout clothes, despite the sweat spots on his neck from the Texas heat and humidity in August. We’ve spent the majority of our day moving boxes into our new apartment, our first day of college just days away.“I need some food, I’m gonna go pick up some food at that restaurant we saw on. The blond bimbo in the picture could easily have been Christy! I couldn't see her face in that shot, but everything else looked like it could've been her. My pulse rate quickened as I began to think the worst. I looked again and thought to myself that the other guy even looked like Jack.My heart was beating a mile a minute, as I continued to search through the thumbs. I found one that showed a close up of the blonde's face. I still couldn't tell for sure because she had a cock in her mouth, but. ”Dinner at 8.She lay down on her back, head in my lap, and winked up at the Man of the Hour, “No hands, Froggy.”No matter how much Trish has had me practice over the years, honesty — which is sometimes the best policy, or so people say — requires me to admit that I’m no match — head between her thighs — for Froggy. How do I know? I’m a keen observer of the humane condition and I pay attention to when Trish compliments him.“You’re the best, Froggy.”“You make me cum so hard, Froggy.”“Keep going,.