” “No, you might as well use mine. Then you can put a bit more on me. I think I’m starting to dry out.” “Sure, no problem.” I watched as h... rubbed cream over his well-toned torso. He kept glancing at me too. It made me feela bit horny, knowing he was looking at my tits. I began to think about what it would feel like to havehis hands rubbing sun-cream over them, his fingers stroking my nipples. I bet he’d like to do it, too.There was only one way to find out. “Your turn now,” he said. “Give us. He knew from experience how the soap must sting but was nevertheless further aroused by the eroticism.Sharon kept her back to him as she bent to wash her legs which she did languorously. Then she stood upright, splayed her legs and washed her pussy, gently stroking the outer lips, circling her clit and then plunging two fingers into her vulva. Her other hand began to vigorously wash her clit. She came quickly with a sigh and immediately turned the shower on to rinse herself.Richard was there. I looked at my wife’s face and she just stayed staring ahead, watching her daughter being used like a sex toy. If it was possible my dick would have gotten harder knowing another guy was playing with her pussy. I moved my fingers to her clit and allowed him access. I could feel him sliding a finger into her pussy and pulling it in and out. My wife’s breathing started to increase slightly. Another guy walked up behind her and slid his hands over her shirt working to her tits. He started to. All she had was her panties, and all he had wad his drawers. She tool his hand and, helping him to his feet, led him into the bedroom. It was a satyr's dream come true. A large mirror was fastened to the headboard, a dresser with a large mirror was at the foot of the bed, and another was on the ceiling. She saw him taking it in, and giggled. "Naughty little wench, ain't I? I like to see what I,m getting into, or what's getting into me."She pushed him back on the bed, pulling his underwear down.