Andrea was expertly stroking it, but taking care not to let it cum, except for the pre-cum that kept forming. She would pinch it off and lick her fing...rs. April moaned and sighed contentedly as a musky aroma filled the car from her orgasm.It was mid-afternoon when we approached the city limits of the mountain town we were to spend the week at. I gently roused the girls, because they had dozed off contentedly from their orgasms and the pleasant summer warmth and cooling breezes on their. ” Tony said.I felt a hand slide up my thigh all the way past my stocking to my bare skin. It took all my concentration to stay still. My pussy was starting to throb again. The hand went up my thigh and then lightly across my panties.“So, is she cherry?” Bertrand said.“Almost. She has only had a couple of cocks in there but I am pretty sure the ass is cherry.” Tony said.“That is nice. Yes, yes, this is really nice.” Bertrand said and ran his hand up to my stomach and then back down to. Somehow I figured they both slowed down in their thirties and probably stopped entirely by the time they reached fifty. Teens have personal worldviews and many times reality need not apply for admittance.I was aware my dad's brother, Uncle Mark, was in his fifties and had a cute little twenty-something for a bed warmer. It was just I never thought of him actually screwing her.My great awakening was when I decided to surprise Mom and take her to lunch. I only had three classes that Friday and. She looked at Jamie, “Oops, something’s up and it’s not good, not if I’m Martha,” she hurried to follow.I was already seated on the side of the bed when she got to my room, “What do you need Daddy?” She asked.“An explanation,” I answered.“What, what?”“Martha, I’d watch the mouth if I were you, I think you’re in trouble here. I received a letter from school, they say you were tardy three times and absent twice; what’s this all about.”“Oh Daddy.”“No Oh Daddy, explain.”“I don’t remember, I can’t.