As I headed upstairs to change, I found her drying her hair in the master bedroom we’d been sharing the last few days.She looked as sexy as hell jus... sitting there in a new white bra and pantie set which looked great next to her dark caramel skin. But as I placed a soft kiss on her neck and reached down to cup her perky little tits, I was taken aback to receive a slapped hand and an expression of obvious displeasure.Seeing my confusion, Grace’s face broke into a soft smile. “Not now, honey.. " John was panting now. His cock was out.. an impressive specimen. One I'd probably never have the luck of seeing in person. He was incredibly thick and probably 8 or 9 inches long. And he was pulsing. Rock hard and sticking straight out at his "little girl." His hand circled around the girthy base, pumping along his shaft, faster and faster with Lisa's words. "My god.. You little slut. Is that how I taught you to act? Like a cum-starved whore?" His free hand suddenly jutted out to grab the. ) Rach after not seeing her for a year, but fantasizing about her all the time. She had left me with fond memories of the sensual education she provided for several months before moving away last year. We had spent the afternoon to get reacquainted, licking, sucking and fucking her on her couch and carpet.Then her daughter Stephanie showed up, who I remembered as a skinny teenager. She now was a very sexy, aggressive young woman, curious to find out why her mother liked me so much. I ended up. But this time, there was a full production of Hamlet being played out. Or at least that's what it was supposed to have been. I doubt Shakespeare ever even imagined everyone being naked and having sex in every scene. But then again... I talked to them, explained that I was running out of steam. The girls were upset, but my father was very understanding. He told the girls that they would have their day when it came, and reminded them they had waited this long, so another week wouldn't kill them..