For mom it was the pleasure of being touched innocently, but intentionally. For the daughter it was the innocent pleasure of touching beautiful breast.... Neither felt rushed or awkward. Neither felt weird or odd or dirty. Neither felt greedy or lusty or perverted. Both felt normal. And how her hands lingered a bit longer than expected felt mutually acceptable and good. But she did slowly withdraw her hands. And it was clearly and obviously slow. Almost like slow motion. Almost like they were. I love to look at the woman during sex. Her legs, her tummy, my dick vanishing into her pussy, her breasts, her shoulders and arms, her hair, her face. All of that in motion, muscles workOMG, tummy and legs move, the breasts, on her face pure ecstasy and a horny smile. She started to squat on me, my cock glided into her once more and she started to ride for real. Some up, some down, all the way down, back, forth, back, forth, grinding her clit on my pubes, I was her sex toy and I enjoyed it. I would sometimes retreat to a bathroom stall and masturbate.Bringing in a fresh-supply of towels to the shower room, one day, I heard someone moaning followed by a voice saying, “oh yes George suck my cock.”I peeked into the shower area and saw George Woodward on his knees sucking Bob Morton, as the shower cascaded water on them. My cock was instantly hard. I quickly made it to a bathroom stall and furiously masturbated to the best orgasm I had ever achieved.As was my normal way, I would show. Rachel got off my face and sat down on the lounge on my left. “That was a lot of fun. Can we do it again, Uncle Andy?” Damn, what a horny little vixen. “I couldn’t be ready again for quite some time and we’re expected to return home soon. We should get going as quickly as we can, after we’ve cleaned up a little”. A scene of Rachel and I in the shower together popped into my head. “No, not this time” I thought to myself, “Not this time”. On the way back, Morgan, who was riding in the middle.