She watched me with blue eyes through a pair of glass that had thick, black plastic frames that had short, wide lenses. Her blonde hair was pulled tig...t against her scalp into a long ponytail.I finally made up my mind and looked up to her. She quickly put down her coffee and ran over to me. I noted a modest amount of jiggle beneath her apron. She stopped close enough to give me a chance to take a discreet glance down her white oxford shirt. Her nametag declared her to be Beth"Ready?" Yes. I. They fucked for several minutes before Ruth's legs finally came up and over his back and they began to move as one in a steady, pounding rhythm."Aw shit, that feels so good! I love to fuck, just love it," Ruth gasped.Sarah watched avidly, her eyes wide with another. It was a sight erotic beyond imagination to watch a father fuck his own daughter. She stood rubbing her hands up and down her thighs, wanting to masturbate again, but thinking she shouldn't. She wondered how Ruth could take such a. And both full of anticipation.He said he was going to take a shower and I told him I was joining him. The pair of us were hard by the time we'd stripped off in the bathroom. Fucking hell, I'm getting that way again now just thinking about it.I stepped under the water first, watching as he sat on the toilet to pull off his socks, grinning at me as I licked my lips, grabbed my dick and skinned it back and forth under the shower.He got in and reached for me, and I moaned as I took him in my hand.. It was absurdly easy to piss her off, too. She took offense at anything and everything, convinced the world was out to rain on her parade. I'd been a bit of a handful in my teen years, sure, but nothing like the drama queen Cindy had evolved into.Even when she wasn't in a tizzy about something, Cindy was always hanging around, expecting me to keep her amused -- and I no longer had any way to escape her, except in the bathroom. See, my mom had always been into making jewelry, a skill she'd.