Sujatha was breathing harder than I was, her head tossing from side to side, her long hair flared across her face. “Ooh, it’s there. Oh, yes Chris...sssss. Cum in me. Cum. Cum now. Do it. Do it.” Her voice became a screech of near desperation. A dam burst deep inside my balls and the flood poured into my cock, as with one final plunge I heard my own voice yell something wild. And I was trying to push the head of my cock up into the depths of her belly. While her hips rose from the bed to meet me. As I looked out the window, Kelly sidled up to me and started to again slowly stroke my cock hanging out of my swimsuit. A moment later and Rachel was on my other side. She reached down and both of them were stroking my cock. Wherever heaven was, I went someplace far north of there!I used my hand to untie Kelly’s top string behind her neck and her top fell from her boobs. Her nipples looked like red peanut M&M’s: That red, that hard, and that big. Then I moved to Rachel. She helped by leaning. ”I stepped up to the counter.The lady sitting behind the desk was elderly. She had silvery-white hair pulled back in a tight bun, enough lines on her face to make a mapmaker proud, and a stained meerschaum pipe carved to resemble a man’s head with a flowing beard. To me, it looked like she was smoking from Santa’s head. She had a heavy quilt wrapped around her in the chair with a single hand sticking out to hold the pipe. “Room for one?” she asked when she saw me.“No, I need some information,”. My daughter was lying in the fetal position and I watched as he undid her denims and zipper, and eased them over her hips, studied her for a moment, then eased her panties down to mid thigh.I looked at her but her eyes were closed, and as I watched, I saw him stroke her bottom, then ease his hand in between her thighs.My daughters eyes flickered momentarily, and his hand moved in and out of her. I felt as if I should stop him as it looked more like sexual abuse than an internal.Seeing the.