He gazed at her wet pussy until he could almost taste it with his eyes. Stared at her breasts until he could feel the wet beads of water on them, feel... the tickle as they dripped down off her. When he looked back her face, Jessie was staring at him with a hungry look. She loved to be watched, loved to be wanted. She was biting her lip as she watched him and starting to tremble. The excitement was getting to her; she was getting to the point of just want. Chris dropped his eyes back to her. “I am tonight.” He responded. ‘Did you think I’d changed my mind? You been stewing about it all day Frank, thinking I was jerking you around this morning?”“Nah, maybe but not really. Because it’s like I said…” Before he could finish though she held her bare arm out for him to see. There on her palm, wrist, and forearm was written ‘FUCK ME, FUCK ME, FUCK ME.’ At least twenty times. Frank just laughed. “That guy, the one who just went out of here with his wife, he couldn’t get his eyes offa you.. ”“And I didn’t know my son was terrible at pleasing women.” Julia said bluntly. “As far as my lesbian side... ever since your father passed, being with another man never felt right. Back in college I used to eat snatch like it was Ramen noodles. So I figured I’d go back to having sex with women.”John shook his head in anger.“Anyway. Krystal was so grateful for the orgasm that she asked to return the favor. I was so worked up that I had to do it. Her face was too pretty for me to say no. I. I answered that I had snuck some and worn them to jack off in, it was GREAT! (Not wanting to tell him the whole story of my stockings and my br0ther.) I slid them on and sat down within reach of Mark, but not close enough to make him nervous. I watched him stroking his cock, as he watched me, which had been done a few times and was no longer embarrassing to us. He watched, then asked, what do they feel like? I said they feel alive on your skin like a dancing electric massage; a real turn on! He.