Of course, for those steps, I was already wearing my outfit for the evening.I was garnishing the tarts and I felt my husband’s eyes on my butt. Jeez... he loves my butt, and I always try to wear something that emphasizes my butt because feeling his eyes on me is very arousing. Last night I wore a strapless blue dress that emphasized my hourglass body, big breasts, and wide hips. “Stop staring at my ass and help me here.”“How do you know I’m watching your ass?”“I feel it. Are you helping or. She, Alicia and I were sitting at the dining table at home, reviewing the day’s events and surveying the twenty-six notes, which I had carefully laid out in alphabetical order. (It must be the bureaucrat in me.) There seemed to be little doubt that all these girls were ‘primed’. If so, Albert’s theories suggested and experience demonstrated that they would not rest until they fucked me. And it had to be done: not until the ‘capture’ was complete could I reduce them to obedience and be sure they. Knowing she doesn't want his fingers. She opens her eyes and looks at him. She leans forward and grabs his hips, pulling him closer to her, trying to get him inside. She is done with the teasing and the playing. She wants him too badly. She slides his pants further down his hips. Moving she grabs his cock, using it to pull him towards her, trying to pull him into her. He leans in for another kiss, before slowly pushing her back onto the couch. She sees his hand move to his cock and then she. Her door was ajar. I peered inside. My cock instantly stiffened. She hastily fucked herself with a 6-inch dildo. Her jaw was slack as the dildo vibrated inside her tight pussy. I eyed her intently, waiting for her to orgasm. My cock throbbed, aching to be inside her. I hadn't been with a woman in so long."Oh!" she cried out. This was my chance."Sarah! Are you ok?" I barged in, concerned. She jumped, immediately covering herself with her blanket."I'm ok dad," she flushed red. Her eyes wandered.