”“Oh, I’m sorry…Bill. This is my daughter, Tracy.”I turned to her and said, “I know. She looks just like you did at eighteen.”Tracy let ...e hug her as I tried to imagine fucking her the way I did her mother twenty years earlier. I wanted to run my hand down to her ass and hump her a few times, but of course, I didn’t.Sheila, at thirty-six, was still a knockout. Her hair was still long and silky and her blue eyes were still stunning. My heart still skipped a beat when I looked at her.I took their. And the words fall on deaf ears. He is running his hands through my hair and groaning aloud. I pull him up to kiss me. I press, ‘I want you. Now’ against his lips. He moves me, pulls off the cotton whites I have on and I pull his pants off one leg at a time. He leans back, strong hands wrapped around my waist and starts to lower me onto him. This can’t be happening. Should I stop should I should I should I…I feel the tip part the folds of over wet flesh. I tell myself there is no going back. I. He looks over at Mike and notices him rubbing his bulge and lusting over his cock. Bob decides to slowly slip up that panty giving Mike every opportunity to examine his stiff cock from a distance. Bob takes a pair of thigh high stockings and one leg at time slides them up. Needing a garter belt to finish it off he hooks it, slides it around and hooks each stocking. Lastly, he picks out a burgundy full slip with full lace cups. His whole body shivers as that slip slides over his head. His hand. "Finish undressing me." Vic said and Joan removed his shirt. Joan had seen that Vic's cock was large even though it hung there still flaccid. As she dropped his shirt Vic pressed his cock against her stomach and her tits against his chest and reached back and squeezed her ass cheeks. "OK sweetie get on the bed." Joan kicked off her shoes and still with a stone faced look she got on the futon. Vic stood over her. His manhood was starting to grow. "Oh ya, There is one thing I forgot to.