Rob straddles his two friends as he smoothly draws Betty’s panties down removing them from her ankles. It was bad enough his shorts are already off....This had to stop. But again I couldn’t move. My perverted mind; there I knelt watching, my daughter now outright undressed, one boy only in his underwear as the other boy begins to remove his shorts.My little girl can’t keep her eyes off of Rob rubbing his covered dick, and then her eyes become the size of saucers when he yanks the cotton briefs. The days continued and all were of a sameness. They got up before the sun, ate, hitched and saddled, then traveled through the dry heat until time to stop once again for the night. Of course, from time to time they did travel through towns of varying sizes, occasionally stopping for supplies and news of the trail.By the time they reached the Mississippi river they had settled into a routine and became very comfortable with each other. They spent one full day traveling north along the river,. I felt his fingers briefly and then my bra was open. Across the room, Billy was doing the same thing with his date. I've always wondered where boys learn that one-handed trick. Do they learn it from their sisters? Wow, maybe from their mothers? That would be kind of too much to imagine. Or maybe it's just inborn, instinctive, in their genes like breathing or blue eyes or jerking off. In any event, I've never met any guy who couldn't do that trick without the least bit of fumbling.For the first. "Tim laughed as he got into position. "I know you want more foreplay..." We'll work this out as we go along."Tim guided himself into her. Devlin caught her breath as she felt him press against her, and then slide in. He paused, drew back and thrust again. His third thrust sheathed him entirely within her."God, I love that feeling," she murmured. She drew up her legs and hooked them over his thighs. He felt like he was filling every empty place inside her."Then you're going to like this even.