He pointed to the grooming table, that had been completely refurbished to his specifications and dared Mr. Lodge to fine his cameras. After a fruitles... search Mr. Lodge gave up.Stan was proud of this masterpiece. The table itself was now much wider than necessary for grooming dogs, but would make a nice bed for the unsuspecting girls. He took out from his toolkit a fiber optic cable and explained to his pal that he worked out a way to use it to send images to the lens that was in a different. God no, I said inside my head. If only he knew I had been thinking about his cock inside me for the majority of the time I was at work. I shook my head. "No," I told him. I shut the water off and grabbed a towel to dry my hands. "Actually, I was thinking..." I felt both his hands on either side of my waist and stopped talking. He slowly turned me around so I was facing him. His face was inches away from mine. "Thinking what?" he asked me with a small smile. I took a deep breath. Just. It didn’t take long and I was hard and throbbing. It occurred to me that I still didn’t know for sure if he was straight or not. Funny it hadn’t come up in our talks. But as he slipped deeper into sleep and I heard an occasional snore, I didn’t really care. I reached into my black Calvin’s and rubbed my hard cock while I starred at his ass covered in white cotton. I let my mind imagine how it felt. (Soft with a light covering of blonde fur, I was sure). That thought morphed into how his. ” Don gulped and did as she instructed. When he was alongside the tub, Beth reached out to him, grabbing his left hand and pulling it to her breast. “Touch me…” She then leaned over, placing a hand on his shoulder to maintain her balance, then redoubled her efforts to bring herself off. “Oh, yeah, Dad, squeeze my tits.”Don couldn’t believe how soft her skin was, how resilient her young breast was to his squeezing, and how stiff her nipples were. He desperately wanted to taste them, and unable.