I lay there like a stone, listening to her breathe heavily on her side. I groaned inwardly, and felt my cock begin to notice her again as well. It was...then that I felt Seema’s arm slide across her body, languidly, as if still dreaming. Those little slender fingers, brushed aside the hem of her nightshirt absent-mindedly, and started stroking her tiny bud-like clit, letting her other fingers slide between her thighs, stroking her slit slowly. It was more than a man was meant to take.Carefully,. "Just like that? Shouldn't we flip a coin or something for first turn?" Sandra inquired. "Now do you want to do this or not because we do not have all the rest of the day for me to explain and we are wasting sunlight." Janice replied back.Sighing Janice finally complied "Ok here I am" she said in a resigned tone. "And here I go!" Sandra replied as she dove into her daughter's muff spreading the labia apart "Well Sandra this will be very different from masturbating yourself as you do, get ready. Sending Jennifer Angel to dress, I sauntered down to her kitchen. Bailey served me coffee that I sipped, while staring out the sliding glass door. We didn't have to wait long before Jennifer joined us, with a bulky duffle bag over her shoulder, as well as pulling a wheeled suitcase. She was dressed in her 'painted on' denim low rise hipsters, paired with a short, pink satin, spaghetti strap camisole top. Angel was exposing a lovely expanse of her flat belly above and below the navel. Did I. He pushed against her even harder, and she swore she could feel every vein in his cock. Her husband’s dick had never felt that hard. Never. Nor as large. She was in the midst of wondering just how big her father’s cock was when she felt cool air on her ass. He’d flipped up her gown and robe, and since she wasn’t wearing panties he now had a clear view of her pussy. Krista knew she was blushing, ashamed that her father was looking at her that way, at her privates. A moment later her eyes rolled.