She was beautiful, with coal black hair, her chubby-ish face touched up with a hint of makeup. Her face was scrunched up as if in pain, her eyes close... and her lips quivering, but from the moans she made and the motions she moved in it was plain to see that she was, simply put, having a good time. The man stood next to the edge of the table, his large but gentle hands holding his beloved down; one squeezing her plush hip, the other manhandling her voluptuous breast. He was fucking her like a. You like this stuff, George?I don’t do that stuff, I say. It doesn’t bother me when other people do. Just never was for me.George looks at Rebecca.What about you, Becky?She smiles. Back in college, maybe.Dave laughs, yells out memory lane.Want some, asks George, reaching down and picking up the bag. Georgie says it doesn’t bother him if others do... Becky looks at me. I shouldn’t, she whispers.Aw come on. This is on me, says George. He makes a C with his hand and pours some powder on the curve. I was in the kitchen dressed in a bikini that showed my bottom nicely. Dickie always had a few aches and pains when he came back from golfing, no carts for my boys, they walked. I said, Why not change into your suit and come out by the pool, Ill fix a couple of gin and tonics and give you a back rub? Oh Abbie, I can feel it already, Ill be right out. I was waiting, two gin and tonics and some oil. Dickie lay on the lounge chair and I did his back for him. We chatted the early afternoon away,. I heard him in the hall tell her that it would have to be quick because he had to be back to work. I thought, good a short talking to until later tonight. Then he entered the room. I couldn't see him, but I knew he was there. I could here him walking around me. Then he says."So she wants a real cock in her huh?" WHAT! Did he really say that. That is my dad. Then it dawned on me that with all the make up, wig, blindfold and gag, that there is no way he would recognize me. I even said it to.