She opened her legs and Norman began to massage the cream into her gorgeous behind. Now thinking back about it, what followed was almost certain and u...navoidable. His fingers once again wandered down to her anus and before she could even hold on to the side of the basin and arch her ass back to him, he took her moans as a cue to use a bit of that lotion on her anal hole with the finger. It was done, accepted in silence and it went really so easily and smoothly that she asked to try two fingers. Holding her top up to her breasts in front of her daintily, she waited for my ministrations. I knew her antics were meant just for me, but she was a real piece of work when she was confident and playful in my presence. I was more than happy to assist, loosed the tie behind her neck – and holding her top up to her breasts with one hand and her hair up away from her neck with the other, she was the personification of feminine beauty and allure… just for me!. Beautiful shoulder and neck, posing. We hugged and jumped up and down. “Oh god.” we both said. My own daddy? This was more tense that I expected as it sunk in. “No way, did he really say that?, if you‘re“….Trina smiled and nodded her head ‘Yes’“…oh my god…your not messing with me!” We both squealed and hugged more. We were both so wet now, we traded pussy feels to share the hot feelings we were having. Our wet fingers were so exciting to feel us both so wet.We both waited in my room, watching the clock. We had jitters and loved. At the top of the slit sat a delicate, pale pink hood…very soft and sensitive to the touch…and nestled inside that fleshy sheath was an even more sensitive and succulently ripe little love bud, a glorious pink pearl capable of blossoming with her growing excitement into a rigid, throbbing…sometimes even demanding…miniature little shaft of pure pleasure. She had another inviting opening…smaller, tighter, and in its own way more inviting…which she couldn’t see in her reflection at the moment due.