I laid down and she positioned herself between my legs. She started softly kissing the inside of my thighs, working her way to my shaved balls. "Mmm"... she said, "I love a man that shaves" She licked and sucked my balls and kissed up and down the shaft of my cock, teasing me, never actually putting my dick inside her mouth.She started kissing back down my shaft, back to my balls. As she ran her hot tongue on my sack, she too my legs and lifted them into the air, exposing my ass. She kissed. Now I could have showed her some of the X-rated texts I had or some of the graphics that would justify the purchase on a computer in the first place, but that seemed like a blaspheme. I picked an innocuous program and started it. Sandy obviously could not see from where she was sitting, so our mated feet were torn apart so that the rest of us could be closer together. She glided over to my side and slowly and erotically turned towards the screen and sort of snuggled up to me and my new friend. Please tell me that Sandra's not gonna be dressed like that.” “No—She won't. I know something you don't “ said Donna.” You and her will be flying outta here today for parts unknown.” Playtimes over , I thought to myself.. Time to earn my keep. We all walked to the bar and had our biscuits, the girls drinking O J and I brought coffee. It was 7:50 am and about 18-20 degrees outside, and there was already a line of cars sitting in the parking area, their motors running ,. His wife had died in an auto accident six months ago, and ever since her death he had been watching his daughters and growing hard at the sight of them. His oldest daughter Connie was eighteen with long raven hair, dark eyes, and a starlet's body—indeed Jeremy thought she resembled Catherine Zeta-Jones. His other daughter Ginger was sixteen, auburn-haired and green-eyed, with a face and body that reminded him of Jessica Simpson.Jeremy home-schooled both his daughters, and they knew about his.