Really? Youve had sex with your dad? Not really, but he touches me really good. Weve been doing it for a couple years now, and Im totally into it. Ano...her pause. Would you like to try? I-I dont know&hellip, Clara said. I dont think so. Well, how about if you let me touch you some? I didnt hear any response, but the silence spoke volumes. A minute or so passed, and finally Clara spoke. Oh, that feels really good. Why dont you take your pants off? I heard Alyssa offer. More silence, then Claras. Yet here was this beauty lying in his bed, his arms, and taking up residence in his heart. Kissing her tenderly on her shoulder, he nibbled gently on her ear. Her heard her sigh of contentment, and he smiled to himself, thinking of the evening he had planned where he would propose to her. Crawling back into the big bed and into her waiting arms, he asked her when she had to go back to work. ‘I’m lucky! I have five weeks vacation, and I have three weeks left. I wanted to take all. Wanted to.My pussy and clit still pulsed and my fingers went back to work. My legs were wide apart and my skin was flush. Moans escaped my lips. My eyes closed and I concentrated on having a fucking powerful orgasm.I massaged my clit with my thumb and spread my pussy with three fingers. My fingers rotated inside touching every part of my cunt. An orgasm welled from deep inside and my clit was real sensitive. Kept my thumb working my clit anyway. My hips were moving with my massage and finger. ” He looked at them both. “I was making breakfast, you guys want some? I'll make more.” Lana hadn't spoken, remaining tight-lipped and silent. “Your friend doesn't say much,” he quipped, “you want eggs?” he offered.“That'd be great,” she replied, “I didn't realize how hungry I was ‘til I got here and smelled it,” she smiled. “Lana will have some too, I think. She's not really my friend, though; she's Marie’s friend, we met last night. Actually,” she said with a smirk, looking at Lana, “she's my.