" "Nonsense, Dad wants us to have a good relationship. He wants us to be close" Matt chuckled. "I'm not sure your dad wants you giving me massages." ... decided to continue to pretend that my vagina was not gaped open for this young man's visual enjoyment and that I was unaware that his penis was fully erect and pulsing madly against my leg as we spoke. "Well, you may have a point. We might be better off not telling dad about this," Matt said as he gently tugged the hem of the towel causing it. “I love you too,” she told me and I felt her fingers stroking my neck gently as we necked softly. She started to push my suit jacket off my shoulders and I let it slide to the floor readily enough. I reached for the clasp on her dress, but she spun out of my arms nimbly. “Ah, ah, ah!” she chided with a smile on her face before she returned to me. She loosened my tie and pulled it off, tossing it aside and beckoning me to follow her. She unbuttoned my shirt and kicked off her shoes while she led. Late at night she would be in the kitchen drunk with the radio playing loud and she always wanted me to dance with her. She would take off her bra and panties in front of me from under her dress and I would think about catching a peek at her boob's or vagina. She was so drunk she would be calling me by my father's name, Larry, and saying how much she loved me and she would pull me to her chest to dance with me. I could feel her chest on mine and she would be rubbing her body against mine. My blood quickly went to my cock and it got hard rather quickly. I grabbed it and jacked off while I watched the hot chick being fucked, and sucking off a guy. I was getting extremely close to Cumming and was pumping furiously now. I felt my balls tingling, then jerk. Cum came up through my shaft, six jets of it came shooting out, landing on my discarded clothes. As I had my orgasm, I let out a loud groan and felt a little weak in the knees. After my little masturbation session, I went to go.