I commented as much to the bank manager, who had an apologetic air as if thinking I might blame him for the lack of riches. "Yes," he replied. "Maybe ...our uncle was a seeker after truth." Maybe he was a seeker after pussy," I wanted to say, but I kept this thought to myself. The events of the last few days made it clear to me that it had been Uncle Albert's driving passion to complete the project he called FUCK and unleash himself on the unsuspecting "young ladies" of London, only for a casual. His breathing quickened, as did my own. With a groan and a hard thrust into our hands he came on my thighs and our fingers. Two more thrusts and three more spurts later his hand relaxed on mine. “No, Abigail. It doesn’t hurt. Be still, I’ll be right back.”He stood and walked out the door, and I got a great view of his very nice backside on his way out. He came back a second later with a damp rag. “It’s cold."He wiped my thighs, I shivered at the cold rag, goosebumps raising over my skin. He. He was used to watching the suit come off - he actually found it exciting to watch the bikini being put on. She walked up to him, "See anything you like?"He kissed her passionately then replied, "I like everything I see. I wish our parents weren't outside; we could get our workout in here instead of at the pool."Jennifer laughed as she took his hand and guided him towards the door. They walked to the pool holding hands. Dave swam laps for thirty minutes while Jennifer sunned herself on one of. I knew from the feel of the fabric as my fingers rolled the material over my thumb...cotton. My cock began to stir as I thought to myself, "What was my little girl up to?" "I'll be ok now Daddy." she whispered as she cuddled closer to me. "You always make me feel safe when I'm near you." She rolled onto her side and pressed her back into my chest. I felt her ass pressing into my stomach, my stiffening cock just inches from her pajama covered behind. As I wrapped my arm over her side, she.