Emma and Peter noticedthat Derek was more relaxed than usual with them, and more interested intalking about movies and music and clothes and shopping ...than aboutPeter's school or Emma's university studies.At first this new side of their father made them rather uncomfortableand confused about how to relate to him. Peter and Emma communicatedtheir sense of strangeness with significant looks when Derek couldn'tsee. But Derek seemed so genuine in his enthusiastic chatter about thesenew subjects, and. .. just like that. Now ... I want you to take your two hands and use your fingernails to scratch all around the base and bottom of my shaft again ... oh yeah ... oh fuck ... that’s it ... oh fuck yeah ... just keep doing that.”She followed my instructions perfectly and I looked down at her blood-red fingernails leaving little red trails as she scratched insistently into the rigid surface of my throbbing cock around the base. I looked further back up the shaft at her stretched pouting lips. We were siting out by our pool trying to figure out a solution to our problem. She in her bikini and I in my swim trunks. The neigbor boy was mowing the yard and was eyeing my wife, a little boner was in his pants. Shannon(my wife's name) always liked giving the neighbor boy(Rick) beaver shots and teasing him whenever he is working on the yard for us. It was right at that moment it dawned on us that this might be the answer to our problem. When Rick was done with the yard work we called him. Phillipa crossed her legs and tugged at the hem of her skirt nervously as her turn approached and Judy watched mesmerised as Dan expertly slippered her friend's ever reddening bottom. "Knickers down, Corrine," he commanded. Judy and Phillipa's faces reddened at the strict tone of his command. Corrine's fingers left her toes and slid up her rod-straight legs to the waistband of her knickers and slowly peeled them down over her crimson red mounds, briefly snagging against the studs on her.