I thought we had raised her better than that,” Bert said.He was embarrassed that his daughter had treated Paul that way. He had given up on Annie ye...rs ago, having decided that she was a hopeless cause. He had hoped Judy would wake up and return to her senses, but that hope had faded. Now, he was ready to write the both of them off.“It’s not your fault.”Even though he’d seen Judy do similar things in the past, it was still difficult to comprehend how any adult could behave that way. This was so. The silken material felt good but he walked back to the bed cautiously so as not to excite himself too much at this stage. Sitting on the edge of the bed again in front of the picture, he pulled down the front of the knickers to just below the balls, so cock and balls stood proud supported by them and the tightness of the knickers like this provided extra stimulation at the very base of his cock. The precum had already coated the head of his cock, some running down his shaft. He began to wank. There was Becky spread eagle on the bed, Gwen looked at me " so did she taste better than me? Was she a better fuck?" I was just about to answer when she stopoed me " It doesn't matter what you think because im going to find out for myself." And with that Gwen removed the dress she had been wearing standing there in he panties and bra staring at Becky. She then climbed on the bed and went right forher pussy " so, slut ever have another woman between your legs?" Becky nodded her head in a yes. I’d like to surprise her...” He outlined an idea that sounded like fun so a dinner date was set.On Saturday evening the deacon introduced Rita, a tall slim brunette with small breasts and hips. Her stern expression got a lot more attractive when she smiled. The others all watched as she was introduced to the older couple and recognition dawned. “Are you ... you ... you... ?”“Yes and welcome,” said Grannie with a hug. “What would you like to drink?” Out of Rita’s sight there were lots of grins..