Soft gentle hands rubbing coconut oil over my body. Slowlyrubbing on my legs and hands down between my thighs. More and more rubbing and I slowly open...mylegs to make a little gap waiting for the hand to go down between my legs. I can really feel the warmtouch beween my leg softly massaging my big lips and gently spreading them. A soft moan escapes mylips...The smell of coconut oil is now too real. While sailing away on my dream I did not notice someonegetting up to the fence. I woke up out of. Then I looked at him, and asked, is there anything else? He lit his cigarette, and said, you don't want to hear it. Well, that is just not good enough for me so I pushed it. Jim took a drag off his cigarette, and said, well Jan the shorter the better, and I like it sometimes without underwear. I said is that all, and smiled quite a bit.I had worn mini skirts before, but I had never taken the chance of wearing one without my panties. I thought about this, and thought it might be fun to at least. And then he told me he’d gone to see Barbarella three times just because one of Jane Fonda’s outfits had a glass dome over one of her boobs, so you could see it, including the nipple.I chuckled, “You guys are crazy. I can’t believe you’ll shell out that kind of money just to get a brief glimpse of a boob.”He got a little defensive, “Hey, it may sound crazy to you, but we’ll take what we can get, even if we have to look at National Geographic.”For the rest of the movie, every time a scantily. Now I just had to think fast enough to get her thinking about something besides me. "Do you think Daddy was right to cut me and Peter off from the trust?" I asked, mentally holding my breath."Oh, yes, Sweetie," she answered automatically, just as she'd always supported him, and then she thought about it, fingers slowing. "Well, no. No, it seems wrong."I smiled as she started getting into herself again, and I knew I was going to be cumming soon. "Isn't it right for Daddy to do that if he thinks.