You drink coffee, right?”“Sometimes, but-” He starts, but she jumps in.“Duh! Of course you do! Coffee for our guest and some herbal tea for me... please and thank you!” She sits down on a loveseat in front of a large bed. “Let’s talk about shots.”The room is rather large for a guest bedroom. There is plenty of natural light from the sliding glass doors that lead out to a green lawn. He can count three easy places for good shots: the bed, the vanity, by the door to the walk-in closet on the. She unbuttons them and pulls them down. He stands there only in his shorts. His dick is hard, she can see the bulge, she can feel the bulge. She rubs him. She pulls his shorts down. She admires his dick. He is big. She starts to give him a hand job, but she wants that dick in her mouth. First, she licks from the base by his balls, slowly to the tip. She licks it like it’s a lolly pop. He enjoys it. Then without warning, she takes the head in her mouth. He moans, ‘hmmmm, that. I can't wait for tonight.”“Tonight?”She nuzzled into my ear. “I want to watch you fuck our daughter. It'll be so hot.”My dick threatened to burst from my shorts.My wife broke away from me, striding by in her own nightie, her large tits bouncing beneath the cloth. She came up behind our daughter, hugging her from behind. The pair giggled and laughed. I leaned back in my chair, not hearing what they talked about as I sipped my coffee and pictured my cock sliding into our little girl's pussy.I had. Well ... you can't go back, as they say.I know that last sentence was a bit run on, but I did that on purpose, to give you some sense of the frustration Caitlin went through each time she came to my house, rubbed her clitty raw, and then went home still a virgin.Of course I'm making this sound like the only thing she was interested in was my penis in her vagina. That's silly, especially since, for most of those six years, she was too young to actually understand what sex really was. For some of.