She seemed to be thinking about it and Joe waited patiently. Living and loving this girl had taught him to be patient above all else.When Marta focuse... on him again, she seemed pensive. She shrugged her shoulders, as if to say she wasn’t sure.“Well, a real Daddy wouldn’t do this.” he said softly, sliding his hand further up her thigh and tickling the soft pubic hair that covered her mound.Marta bit her lip, wiggling her butt as if to try and get more of his fingers involved.“A real Daddy. She squealed as his tongue returned to her sensitive pussy. She fell back against the tub and sat, while she wiped the shampoo out of her eyes with the towel. And thats when she saw me, sitting on the stairs and smiling like hell. Hi Mark, she said, shaking out her hair to dry. Hi, hon. Playing with Skipper? I seem to have become his new chew toy. Youve taught him some new tricks. Not me, I said, raising both hands. Who else? Mrs. Jefferson. That old . . . Shes not that old, and shes a very. ” I quickly looked over at Mike and Sean. Their dumb smiles gave me and immediate clue that they had no objections. My panties got wet as I said, “Yes. Let’s play.” I didn’t bother saying what I wanted if I had won; I already planned to loose. The thought of two guys touching my body in front of my cousin made my head spin. In the back of my mind I knew it was wrong, but my cousin wouldn’t be touching me and that’s how I justified it to myself. I held my final five cards and stared at Tony.. We finally arrived at the cottage. It was a quaint little cottage that had a screened front porch facing the ocean so you could sit out and enjoy the night without being bothered by pesky insects. I helped Jack take the bags and supplies in that we would need for the next week. Inside the cabin was a small kitchen with dinning room. In the living room was a fireplace that looked like it had hardly been used. Jack noticed that I was looking at it with curiosity and he told me that his late wife.