‘I … I can’t! Oh, God, I can’t! David, I’m so ashamed!’ I looked helplessly toward Smythe and Betty. If he was having any reaction to this...at all, I certainly couldn’t read it. He seemed to be shifting his head very slightly to the left and right, and I came to understand that it was difficult for him to focus both of his eyes on something at the same time … they were too widely spaced, and they were actually pointing in different directions. And as for his wife, she continued to hold his broad. Her dad was on the bed, but it looked like he was half asleep. He did not react as she walked toward the bed, unzipping her dress in the back as she did. Ally let the dress drop and stepped out of it and then crawled onto the bed in her lingerie, heels and Santa hat. Her dad was wearing a t-shirt and boxers and she thought he looked sexy, all casual and relaxed. He stirred when she joined him on the bed, murmuring, "Rebecca," but he did not open his eyes. Ally ran her hand up the inside of his. I jumped into the shower while Heather put a few things away, adjusted the lamp on the table by the bed and turned on some soft music. By the time I was finished in the shower, she was curled into a big chair looking through a magazine. Just as I came out of the bathroom in my robe, Bob knocked softly at the door. I let him in. It was a little bit awkward for a few seconds, but then he said, "Do you mind if I take a shower, too?" He was talking to me, but he was looking at her. She felt it. The lap dancing action I had witnessed up to that point throughout the cinema was pretty tame and not much noise outside of the loud house music could be heard. But that all changed when Debbie and I became one in the last row of theatre seats! Debbie straddled my legs and rode me like there was no tomorrow. Being 18 at the time I was of course instantly rock hard and Debbie enjoyed grinding back, and forth, up and down on my 8 inches of steel rod with a passion I had never experienced in my.