The thought of dad lying on his bed masturbating, his hand gripping his dick and groaning and cumming made me squirm in my chair. That was a weird fee...ing being turned on by the thought of your parent jacking off.With those strange thoughts running through my head, we finally went to bed.I tossed and turned late into the night with images of my father making love to my mother, and then with Kari and Charmie and finally my perverted little mind had me being plowed against the bed sheets as my. I had anticipated this and as it was California we were having a glorious day, I told them they would probably find costumes in the changing rooms. I also suggested that before they went in search of them they should first have a drink as I had refreshments prepared for everyone. They rushed their drinks and had a biscuit then sought their parent's permission to head for the pool.Once they received it they rushed off to get their swimming things from the changing rooms. I said to the adults. ..”Me: “Husband?”Beth: “Can spend all his time between writing by massaging my feet and making love to me. We have to have at least four kids...”Me: “Kids?”Beth: “Two boys and two girls.”Christy, reaching over and pushing up on my jaw to close my mouth: “Do try to keep your mouth closed, John, you look like a complete idiot otherwise.”Beth: “Thank you for pointing that out, Christy. I wanted to say something but didn’t know how my future husband would feel about it.”Me: “Future. Like it was that easy. She'd wanted to crawl over to him and press her face against his warm, hard cock; and feel his hands wind into her hair as he rubbed against her face. But she couldn’t. She'd watched him helplessly, her fingers hardly daring to move against her aching sex.“Did I tell you to stop stroking?”She'd bitten her lip, a moan escaping her. She’d been on the edge for half an hour that evening, her clit swollen and sensitive. Touching it just a fraction too hard could make.