Purring!And damned if her hip motions didn’t remind the boy of that stag film his father kept locked up--not too securely--in his office at home. Mo...ions the girl had done when the man had gotten on top of her and stuck his prick into her cunt!Was Julie ... fucking?Was she somehow fucking the sawhorse?Frank was astonished at the sensuality, the sweet instinctive well-oiled humping of Julie’s tight thighs and hips. The quiet sleek way her body thrust forward, but only from her waist to her. He didn’t utter a word. He went straight to work.I’d been sucked off by about ten guys and maybe three women. This guy was sensational. Maybe it was the combination of the wetness from the steam bath and my new role as dominant. His lips started at the head of my cock and drew me into his mouth like a vacuum, perhaps a Wet Vac. I was just laying back and enjoying myself when the door opened again.We both froze. We could not be seen from the doorway as long as the steam did not escape. Another. “Elyse and I like having you guys there. I was thinking of selling my couch and replacing it with a sofa bed. That would make it easier when we have guests. If you and Kurt aren’t comfortable sleeping in the living room, I’ll use it so you can use my bed.”“No way, Steve! We can’t take your bed from you like that.”“You aren’t taking it, I’m offering. I don’t know how comfortable Kurt would be in that situation.”“Well, we’ll find out! He’ll have to get used to that kind of thing if he’s going to. I’ve made scrambled eggs and toast.”Walking over to her, I bent and kissed the crown of her head, inhaling her scent, a delicious aroma of sleepiness and sweetness, completely Sia.“Morning,” I mumbled, moving to pour coffee, then parking my butt at the round kitchen table, an ancient, much waxed solid oak piece of furniture Soraya had spent months hunting for.While I sipped the strong coffee and let the magic of caffeine sweep cobwebs from my brain, I studied my daughter. She’d let her hair.