I don't have to add that this view would always send my dick spiraling upwards, and rendering it impossible to pee. I would give up with a laugh and a...shrug, while seeing her smile apologetically.We had a good relationship, being brought together at the age of eighteen by our parents, my dad, and her mum, whom she took after in the looks department. My mother had passed away after a long illness, and her father had been caught banging his silicone-breasted secretary in the office. God what an. I spread my legs and began fingering myself thru the thin material of my panties watching them. Out of the corner of my eye, I caught sight of my Dad walking into the barn. He stopped as he entered and cocked his head listening to the sounds of the two girls. He slowly crept down the walkway until he came to the stall next to the girls. He quietly slipped into it, crouching down and peered thru the slats.From my vantage point, directly above them all, I almost laughed. Slowly, he undid his. Well, you know how it is.”I nodded and waved. The only good thing about all the dead bodies that Rachel Finklestein was leaving behind is that no one was alive to squeal on me. Then my curiosity got the better of me. With Roy gone, I was all alone on the street, so I snuck up to the Finklestein’s house and peaked through the front window.Rachel was on the couch, sitting upright but with a seductive posture, cleavage pouring out of her satin robe. Lisa was curled up against her, her eyes closed,. I gazed silently at a beautiful body with curves in the right places, a generous bust and a perfect bottom. ‘Come here,’ I asked as I sat up on the bed and removed the towel. She came over and pushed me back onto the bed, straddling my thighs, my rigid cock pushing into her stomach. She kissed me softly as her fingers traced their way down my chest, over my stomach and down to my pubes. She reached the base of my cock and then wrapped her fingers around it, gently pulling back my foreskin..