This has an extra layer of tension as I take Janet’s hand and lead her to our bedroom where my lady is face down on our massage table, completely na...ked with a big smile, resting on her elbows with her legs apart.“Hello baby,” they smile at each other before they kiss tongue passionately as I lick and kiss Alana’s glorious ass cheeks.“I am going to bring Janet to orgasm while she sucks your cock honey,” Alana tells me as we position ourselves. Janet is sitting on a dining chair, legs apart, in. My wife didn’t want me to give my daughter more loving than she was getting. Too fucking bad! My wife had years to get my cock in her and basically never wanted it. Now that my daughter needs it she’s jealous. Too fucking bad!So every day after work I would go into Amber’s bedroom and make love to her. She got used to it and even seemed to like it so after the third day I would make love to her in the morning too. Then the next week I was making love to Amber before work, after work, and at. Peterson and soon was massaging my breasts under the water. I moaned a little as I pinched one of my nipples and moved my other hand to my clit. The hot water running down my breasts and stomach felt amazing. I moaned a little louder as I stuck a few fingers into my slit. I moved my other hand to my clit and imagined it was Mr. Peterson doing this to me. My breathing got heavier and soon I felt my orgasm rushing through me. I called out Mr. Peterson’s name as the last but of the orgasm. Over the next few days in the evening she would have me dress and play with her makeup. Each time I would get a raging hard on to the point that she realized dressing really turned me on. During these times we always ended up having great sex. She told me I was nothing but a sissy bitch and I seemed to like it far too much.That is when I told her about my c***dhood. How my mother would dress me up like a little girl and let her lovers have their way with me. How my grandparents beat me.