In the space of a heartbeat my cock went hard in the confines of my clothes, I know I should have backed out of there rather quickly, instead I stood ...n the doorway wide eyed and open mouthed staring at the sight of my daughter with a vibrator in her pussy, a tit in her hand and groan in her throat as she wanked herself. Even as I watched Sara shuddered, her body arching on the bed as she climaxed then flopping down as her peak faded, the hand holding the vibrator moved, I stared at her pussy. . let's not mince words. Hubby was a pervert. Being a geek, he thought he was smarter than he really was, and over the years he had become pretty jaded by porn on the internet. the generation before his had been the last to learn about sex on the school playground and he'd been taught by slowly loading images of inappropriately busty anime chicks getting plowed and insemenated by all manner of men, women (some with cocks), objects, and b**sts... and aliens. asians seem to love tenticle stuff.. Half awake, I didn’t understand. “What?” I asked. “I need you to come downstairs.” She left my room. Intrigued, I put on a T-shirt and sweat pants and followed.In the living room were two other ladies, Jill and Beth. Jill was one of Sarah’s best friends; I had met her before. Tall, attractive, short blond hair, and with a swimmer’s long and slender body, Jill was a lady that just looked like she would be good in bed. Beth was the birthday girl, and someone Sarah had just met that night. She was. Everybody said she was lucky not to be scared for life. And to think her step-father was responsible.Chris felt a wave of nauseating guilt. She drew heavily on the last drag of the tortured cigarette and snuffed out the filter in the carbon-stained seashell. For some unaccountable reason Chris sensed that she shouldn't even be thinking about Sandy's problems... that lurid, terrifying story had been related in confidence, and Chris wasn't even sure she had the facts straight. The antidepressant.