His legs were spectacular. My heart pounded as I saw his junk outlined in his loose briefs. So loose you could see the side of one of his large ball.... I had only had thoughts of doing anything before but I wanted to see more. I was nervous someone would see me stressing over him being in the room. I couldn't help to see if I could see more than a hanging ball through the side of his underwear. The bulge in his briefs was huge. I didn't have to wonder what had stretched them out so. How to reach her was in her flinch and in her words. She projected her own fear and revulsion onto others in the guise of insult as so many did. He moved behind her, kissing up her shoulders, licking ahead with the tip of his tongue before planting another. ‘Maybe we should fuck. Do you know how many upper-class souls come here to play? Have you ever tried?’ ‘I’d have myself sewn shut first.’ He touched her back and all her muscles tightened in response as she tried to worm away. ‘They come to. "We, since we're being so open. Do you know who I masturbate to every once in a while". "You do? Even though you're married and stuff". "Sure, people masturbate their whole life. It's part of your sex life, with your partner and all alone by yourself." So you mean it's not bad, it's OK". "But OF COURSE it's OK, and no it's not bad at all, not a bit." So I'm listening, who do you do it to."But now she's interested and turns to me slightly and I know she's showing me her slit just enough to get. Call me stupid, but I never could lie to a hot, topless woman, much less two. I told the truth. “Yes, honey, you both danced very nicely…”“Is that why you have a hard-on Mr. Morgan,” Amy countered, sensuously rubbing her flat, firm abdomen against the subject of her question, a little smile on her face and a naughty twinkle in her eyes “from watching your own daughter strip, or was it from watching me…”“Both… Both of you,” I said without thinking.“Really, Daddy,” my daughter said in a.