My cock was hard as a rock and pulsing with each of his vigorous thrusts. He angled himself a little differently and his enormous cock-head rubbed eve... harder against my sensitive prostate."Ooooohhh," I moaned as I felt that amazing tingling feeling coming over me again. The intense friction from his massive spear tearing back and forth into the depths of my guts had my whole midsection absolutely thrumming. My stiff cock was pulsating with each of his driving thrusts, pre-cum oozing. I was moaning a bit and she said the tube balm is so thick and hard. I ejaculated in her hands through my pocket. She gave me a lovely slap on my leg and smiled and said Khal go and enjoy yourself in the bath tub you have to wash yourself. I was mute. I removed my clothes in the bathroom and got in the bath tub basin. I was enjoying the scene how Aunty Beena was squeezing my cock though my pocket. She then said: Khal I have to wash my hands. I said Aunty I am still in the Tub. She said ok boy I. I knew that would hold me for a few hours but what then. Sometime I can hold out with Blackie until my husband got home, but I knew right away that this wasn't going to be one of those days. I hated to do it but I got my little black book out and I started to thumb through it to find a likely partner for the afternoon. Ben was the first name that I came across but when I phoned him all I got was his answer machine. Next name was Chris and I had his work number so he answered straight. I then pressed both buttons and she became animated again."Well dad I better change out of this". She left and went upstairs to her room. She came back down minutes later wearing the jeans and t-shirt thinking all along it was her own idea. I did some further experimenting with the watch and found that I could have her do things and not have her remember that she did them.Let me now confess my sins. Maybe it's my mid-life crisis being surrounded by all these perfect beautiful young girls. Yes.