She was sleeping with folded legs and knee pointed towards the roof of the room. So her saree was below her knee. But it was damn dark so unable to se.... Then I placed my hand on her blouse and pretended to sleep. I found no objection. May be she was sleeping.I started moving my hand on her boobs. Still I found no objection. It was damn soft. I was moving my finger on her nipples. It was lovely experience. Then with little guts I sat near her and placed my face on her knee and pretended to. He twisted the digit and it slid right in my ass just past his first knuckle. I jumped, startled, but not in pain. He wiggled his finger a little and pushed it in a bit more.It felt good and now it was helped by the KY I had pushed up there. He stroked it in and out in short piston fashion and spoke."Are you sure this is what you want, Carree? I don't want to hurt you. Do you know everything involved and..." he started but I stopped him."Bill, did you see the stuff under the towel? You know I. Yes, folks women really do squirt and it is not pee.I reached down and pulled my cock out of my wife's pussy and it rested up against her ass hole. I then diddled her clit which made her squirt. Ruby the dog was soon licking at her wetness on the ground and the cushion of the yard swing. She then found her way to the tip of my cock and my wife's ass hole. This drove my wife over the edge and it made her squirt more.At this point, I wanted to see the dog licking my wife's pussy, wondering what. "It could be worse, Ally. Your father could have dragged you off somewhere truly awful, like Alaska. Or New Jersey."You don't give in to Christina's good humour. You're still brooding that your father had the nerve to bring you along on this vacation. You're 19, for goodness sake, and are capable of looking after yourself in a vacant villa for two weeks. But no--he doesn't trust you. Oh, the excuse he gave was that it would "let us spend some time together," but you know that's just an excuse..