It won’t kill you. Just lie back on the sofa and kick off your shoes.’ I suggested. ‘I’ll sit on the coffee table.’ I added, to reassure her...that I wasn’t going to lie down beside her. She gave me a suspecting look but then kicked off her shoes and lay back across the sofa. I moved to sit on the coffee table beside her. ‘I want you to relax and listen carefully to the sound of my voice.’ I explained as I softened the tone of my voice. I first took her on a guided fantasy and then talked her. Dot was bent over the sink exposing everything she had to offer. I carefully placed the dirty dishes on the worktop and took a tea towel to dry the washed dishes. Dot had laid out the best china to celebrate my return and they were too fine for the dishwasher. We spent a friendly half hour washing and drying dishes as we got to know each other.The little minx had not missed my roving eye or the bulge under my skirt. I was convinced that she had deliberately allowed the washing up water to. She flipped open the bottle of suntan oil and poured it on the crack of his ass. He moaned out because it was warm from being heated by the sun but also because he knew what was about to happen. Amber used two of her perfectly manicured fingers to work some of the oil into his hole and Chance was whimpering like a baby, begging to get fucked.Amber took the oil and poured half the bottle on her fuck stick. She gripped it firmly and aimed the head up with Chance's tight hole. He gripped the sides. She trembled, kissed his cheek and squealed, "Oooh daddy, you're making my clit throb and my panties are drenched!"Dominick quivered, then looked straight into her eyes and winked. He raised up her skirt with one hand as the other one slid under her panties. His finger-tips probed until just the tip was inside Mandy's wet hole.Mandy felt his hard cock pressing against her thigh. She closed her eyes, threw her head back and purred, "Daddy, take me to your bedroom, help me out of these dang.