“Okay. Let me go in the shower first.”She switched the shower on her favorite temperature. She stepped in.“Come on in, Juanito.”Their shower d...or was one of those doors where you can see the silhouette of whoever is in there. As Isa was in there, Juan carefully walked in and undid his pants. Isa lathered up, looked over her shoulder, and did a double take.She thought to herself: ‘This might be good…’Juan was about to sit on the toilet.“Hey, Juanito, I gotta ask you something.”“What?” Juan. I felt myself trembling and sweating with the desire to go over to him and take his face in my hands and kiss him, long and slow, right in front of everyone in the terminal. I knew the longing had to show on my face, in my eyes. I spent the few remaining seconds I had, before he spotted me, composing my features and trying to get a hold of my body. I looked up, from wiping my face with my hand, and our eyes locked across the slackening flow of passengers.His face lit upand he quickly began. Mmm," Heather moaned, fingers furiously rubbing her clit.My cock was about to explode, as I watched Heather getting off from last night's video. I had to stop stroking and pause the player. When I felt reasonably sure I wouldn't cum, I pushed "Play" again, keeping my hands off myself.I'm gonna grab your big cock and rub it all over my tits, Heather said, on our video. My sexy little girl then added to her own commentary, "Oh yes. Slide your big cock between my tits, Daddy. Titty fuck me right. It pays the bills, right? We sat down with our coffees at the shop, and things just built from there. No, she loved her dad, but hated how he hurt her mom. She only came to see him because he was alone now, and she hated that more than the hurt he caused the whole family. She had a younger brother and sister, but they stayed with her mom. She sat on the step because he would sit in front of the TV and ignore her after the first few minutes of conversation. I could kinda relate, my parents did.