.that moment when she'd relax and embrace Moana's tender tonguing. Feathery lashings against a hungry clit was the way Moana would introduce her ladie...s to their first orgasm with her.If her newly enthusiastic conquest was willing, the session would include wet, slippery and dirty fucking. She loved all of the words for it: tribbing, frottage, humping. One of her favorites was with a woman who had a generous bottom and a bottle of oil. The way her butt gave way and filled her horny slit as she. "Are you okay?" I asked.She nodded."You sure?"She nodded and wiped her other cheek."You don't look okay," I informed her. "You're crying."She nodded."Sweetheart, something more than a nod would be nice. Are you happy or sad? It's a bit difficult to figure out with those tears."Sasha moved into my side and leaned against me, her head on my shoulder. "I'm happy, Dad, just overwhelmed. Give me a minute."It was more like five minutes. She ended the comfortable silence in fine form, sitting up and. Her lips were soft and I loved kissing her. We met in dance class a year earlier and made an instant connection. Hard to explain but somehow she reached or completed a part of me I never knew existed. It was an amazing feeling. So Janie came into my room and we put on matching red bikinis and made our way out to the hot tub. Jack brought us drinks, we chatted and discussed the relationship between myself and Janie. Jack had on his speedos and we could see he was clearly excited. He was not. The effects of my orgasm were still strong when the guy in my ass twitched and grabbed hold of me by my tits; before blowing his load in my ass. I was delirious in pleasure when they called me several names including cumbucket pig, filthy whore and various kinds of slut. That didn’t deter me however; in fact it both spurred and turned me on. I could not have been feeling better when the guy in my pussy and the remaining hand job blew their loads both up and over me. After that I was left alone.