I eased him between my lips and said “Now try”He pushed forward and I felt a pressure down there. It eased off and then he pushed again. I just fe...t the pressure of him pushing against me. Nothing was going inside me. I thought he had gone soft again until he said “It's not wet enough”.What? How can that be? I am always wet. I put my fingers down to my pussy and he was right. There was not a drop of lube there at all. I rubbed my clit quickly to make myself wet, but nothing happened. I guess. M., I somehow managed to find myself constantly in the middle of conversation as new arrivals trickled in to join us. I met a lot of interesting industry contacts and even passed out a few of my cards. Who knows, maybe they’d have some piddly little project that wasn’t worth their time and effort that they could now instead pass to my small company. After I’d been there for about an hour, I somehow found myself deeply engaged in a fascinating conversation with a delightful old coot who seemed. ..thinks were looking up I thought. She smiled and whipped out a tape measure. “They tell me you need clothes. She had me strip to my underwear and she measured every part of my body and I do mean every part. She was on her knees having just measured my straddle when my little head made its appearance. She smiled what have we here she put the tape at the base and measured 5 ½ “ then she measured across hmmm 2 “. I felt something wet and I looked down just in time to see my cock disappear into. Soot. There's a break however between the bulgy flesh below her navel and her dark triangular bush. I finger her in the kitchen. She's wet. Her wetness is thick, viscous; like molasses. She moans. People are watching. We're in a public park, by a tree. The backs of my hands are sooty.It's not my wife, it's our adult daughter. She's naked. Her back is to the tree. Her breasts...firm and beautiful. Ripe tropical fruit. I feel them. I tell her not to worry, not to pay attention to the people.