"Oh my god!" you hear a woman's voice shout. Daddy's hand pulls away, and standing not 30 feet away down the beach, is a woman towing a small child ...long with her. She's looking straight between your lewdly splayed legs, the bikini bottoms, pulled off to the side, your bare pussy open and exposed to her. Her child seems not to notice anything unusual. Your eyes meet hers, her gaping mouth snaps shut and she drag her child quickly off by the arm, before she's exposed any further.Daddy. While she wasn't able to fully sashay most of the time, her sashay lessons had taught her much about moving in a sexual manner, and so those lessons informed how she moved around the kitchen.As if Susan wasn't arousing enough already, she and Katherine tried to keep an erotic banter going while Alan just sat there and listened (and also enjoying getting jacked off). Katherine ended up doing most of the talking, describing the girls in school she thought were most "Alan-worthy." Susan didn't. .. "You done?" Ted asked, a minute later. 'Mike' took a look at progress, shrugged, and nodded. "I want to try her throat."This kind of went by Sharon. She'd have agreed that she was done, if asked; the cock had started tasting like a cock -- instead of shit on a stick -- a bit back... All she knew was that the cock she'd been cleaning withdrew and an earlier one replaced it. Well, it was clean, except for the goo that drizzled from the tip. Armand's did that... Her mind drifted -- conscious. Before I came in I bet every cock in the room was straining with the thought of her. She is walking on the tread mill, we lock eyes. I look her up and down, assessing my competition. Her breasts are full and bouncy, and that ass, mhmm. I make my way over to the tread mill next to her, every guy in the gym is staring at us. I set my tread mill to .5 higher than hers. She sees this and cranks hers up to a slow jog. I match it. I warm up with an easy jog, my breasts and ass bounce with.