. If it’s the last one I suppose...”I’m hot with anticipation; bathroom sex with ones daughter is not for the faint-hearted and she was so fresh...y fuckable!“Can you sit on the stall and spread your legs for me darling?”Still holding the towel against her she sits on the stool and reluctantly spreads her thighs.Her cunt is in full view and she looks at me with a hint of rebellion.I kneel before her; remove the lid from the jar; dip two fingers into the cream. With my other thumb and forefinger I. They were a full B cup, moved and felt like the realthing, and even got warm to the touch. The woman glued them on, andtold me they would stay for a month easily. They were so closelymatched to my skin tone that I didn't need to do any makeup on the seamline where they met my chest. They were exactly the right size andweight for me, and they conducted body heat so that anyone that mightaccidentally touch them would not know the difference. In other words,except for the real thing, they were as. After five minutes her speech was incomprehensible. Then she leaned and fell against me,her eyes closed and after 10 minutes her breathing was deep and slow and her mouth had dropped open. I waited another couple of minutes and shook her. I shouted to try to wake her. Nothing. I shook her harder,then tickled her which would normally guarantee a big reaction. Nothing. Then I pinched her inner arm. Nothing. She was spark out, unconscious. I picked up my phone and texted Lenny. He was up in 20. "Is there anything you love that we haven't already done?" Dozens of things," he said. "I just haven't thought of them yet." Well think of them," she said."I think I'm a bit of an exhibitionist," he said. "Either that or I like women who are. I know I like women who show lots of their body in public. It makes me want to fondle them." You'd better not!" she warned, gripping his balls."What I mean is that if you and I were in public, and you were showing off a little, I'd want to touch you ....