Vanilla and cinnamon.I grab and play around with Grace’s ass cheeks, still leisurely laying on my side, my face inches from her crotch, pressed up c...lose to Ella’s head underneath her. I squeeze and spread and smush with one hand, laying comfortably on my other arm.I take in the moment, a father just laying in bed with his wife and daughter, keeping warm on a cold winter night.I take my time inspecting the mother’s naked ass and crotch. So beautiful, such a natural look to her, yet well-kept and. I had made two serious tactical mistakes: The first was that I'd forgotten to ask about my touching her breasts. As soon as the kissing started I remembered (damn!, as she has especially nice breasts). The second error was brought to my attention a few seconds later, and it was considerably more important. In order to grab Laci I had stepped into the middle of the girls, many of whom had no shame, no morals, dirty minds, and - I soon discovered - wandering hands; lots and lots of wandering. I didn’t like to feel vulnerable around anyone. I hadn’t even met him in person and his picture had the power to make me feel… exposed.A quiet intensity: that summed him up. Adam’s facial features were so attractive, salt and pepper beard and hair, clipped short; impeccable fashion sense, whether he was dressed in formal or casual attire. He made clothing look good because it was on his body, which was mouth wateringly delicious. He clearly worked out and took care of himself, though it was. I couldn't get enough of them, and she didn't seem to mind. No, not in the least. "Having fun?" she asked me, while her hands remained between her legs, idly toying with my cock. At the moment she was rubbing my precum all around the head in little circles that were on the verge of torture.I was looking at the front seat, wondering how far Dad would have to turn, to see what we were up to. I craned my neck to get a look at the rear-view mirror but it was completely blocked by the suitcase. We.