He rolled my cheeks in his hands, spreading them wide. I'm sure he got a great peek at my asshole as he worked my ass. He squirted massage oil repeate...ly until my back was a sweetly-scented sticky mess and his hands slid smoothly over my curves and into my crack.This whole time, he was standing to the side of the table. I felt his hairy bare legs graze my arm and hand as he worked back and forth alongside me. At one point, I felt his fingers getting close to my asshole, and I could swear his. She was unsure if sex or punishment would follow, but secretly hoped it would be both. The bench was low to the ground, and thus her position lifted her ass high in the air. When she felt warm oil being worked into her anus she quivered with excitement and rising ardor. It had been far too long since she’d had this particular and much-desired form of sex — at least with a real cock — and it seemed that drought would end today. Not since ... since... She couldn’t remember.Her own fluids streamed. “You have no idea what you’re ewwing about, Randy,” said Bob.“I know if I was a baby I wouldn’t want to get milk from anything except a nice, soft, warm breast,” he said.“Is this really appropriate material for conversation at dinner?” complained Lucy.“No, it’s not,” said Sam, firmly.That night, as she wiggled her nude body up against her father’s hairy nakedness, reaching for what she knew would be his already stiff penis, she nuzzled his neck and kissed his cheek.“I’m jealous. I want your. "We kissed passionately whilst Ruth and Lauren kept up a series of comments mostly about us getting a room and old age."Take care both of you and have fun," I said, giving Lauren and Emma a joint hug.After waving them off, the journey back in the car seemed quiet, though they'd promised to let us know when they'd arrived."Missing her already?" Ruth asked."Missing them both." Me too," she sighed."Still we have the joys of shopping and a week at work where we go over the plans for buying out that.