"Amy, if you take a typical guy like me, life sucks. I'm not rich. I'm not handsome, I'm a normal guy. The hot women look right through me to see some...asshole, that'll end up abusing them or cheating on them or ignoring them. I'll end up with a nice little woman, that'll turn into my mom over the next twenty years. I'll never have an overwhelming passion for her, we'll just be stable. We'll have a couple of kids and by the time we're 45 one or both of us will have cheated on the other. Maybe. Then she admitted that the previous evening, as they were draining the soap out of the tub, she played with her daughter, and she loved it. They had quite a few orgasms together.I rested my hand on her leg. Melody laid her hand over mine's, and pulled it around her thigh, into her skirt, until she cupped my hand over her pussy. I realized she didn't have panties on, and wondered if she sat like that during the church service. She pressed my fingers into her soaked pussy, and I began to. "Ohhhh, dadd!" she squealed out, snapping my attention back to reality. "Are you ok? Are you bleeding?" She was staring at my cock, and the rapidly spreading wet spot on my shorts. Before I could say a word she had my shorts down at my ankles, my painful erection standing up in front of her eyes. "Oh wow, is that all for me?" I could not take it any more, and I grabbed her by the shoulders, pulling her to her feet. We wrapped our arms around each other, our lips coming together as our bodies. I unbutton your blouse and they pull it back and down your arms….and with a flick of one of their wrists, send it flying across the room. You tingle as you can now feel their hands move over your bare skin, down your back…unclasping your brassiere. That pair of hands now move back up your back, over your shoulders, brushing the straps off them as they make their way down the curve of your breasts. You chest is burning inside as strange hands caress your breasts….strange fingers squeeze your.