”“It’s just a term, mom. It’s what it’s called. They have like, websites dedicated to it. People put little webcams … anyway, it’s just ... term. I’m not actually calling dad a creep.”“I’m only telling you so you can be aware, okay? I think you should know that if you wear certain clothing, your father seems willing to … look.”I started to get up, figuring I’d honor my word about not lecturing her.“So, are you like? Gonna start sharking what I wear now?”“No,” I said. “I think it’s harmless either. She only knew that she was angry, and her anger demanded such a confrontation. Her pride was much-abused by this entire affair, and shed held her tongue until now, but there were limits. If her father had ordered her to marry Rupin she could have lived with that, much as she hated him. She could have played the martyr to her satisfaction then, lots of women had. But this ritual of lending her out, like a good draft horse borrowed for the season? That was simply barbaric. And the suggestion. When Greg had made Molly orgasm, he moved over to Cindy and I started fingering Molly’s pussy while eating out my very hot and sexy wife. After all three ladies had been brought to orgasm by Greg and myself, we traded places. Greg and I took our turn on the side of the pool and the three girls took turns sucking our cocks. We both leaned back, holding ourselves up with our arms, closed our eyes and just enjoyed the feel of three different sets of lips on my cock. With my eyes closed, I could. I gave her my car number and the parking lot number.Even though we both have seen each other through photos, we both were bit nervous which we both could understand from our talks we had through our phone. And yes! Here she is! Damn son! She is hot as fuck. Proper flesh and curves. Not bright as I’ve seen on pic. Still sexy as fuck. She was wearing a black sleeveless top with a net overcoat and black jeans. She found my car and gave me a nervous smile. The moment she got in, the whole fragrance.