Following a CR (comfort room) break, I had Abbey concentrate on her mother's breasts, sucking them for all they were worth, while I entered Joy's ass ...with my cock. We succeeded in getting Joy to squirt again during her fifth orgasms. I only dumped cum once in Joy's ass.We all napped for a while and then down to supper we three went. The girls were a hoot during meals. They had never in their lives been at a buffet where they could simply take all the wanted. It was intimidating to them.Back in. “No! It’s too dangerous, I forbid it.”Mom gently put a hand on his arm and got him to sit down.“Daddy, I’m a grown woman, this isn’t the 1800’s, you can’t stop me.”“I may not be able to stop you, but I don’t have to pay for it,” he said, stomping off.I was crushed, but Mom put her arm around me, comforting me.“Don’t worry, Honey, he’ll come around.”“B ... But he was so angry,” I sobbed.“Daddy still doesn’t really understand all of our ways. He isn’t angry, he’s just worried about you. I’ll talk. Damn, thought I fucked up or her BF was coming....instead she pulls me down and we start to make out while she rubs my already throbbing cock on the outside of my shorts. It feels so good, but I know its going to take a lot more than that for me to cum and I suggest we go inside and find a bedroom and warm up (something super stupid) - but she says she doesnt want to cheat on her BF (cause kissing and caressing each other isnt cheating i guess?) anyways we stop making out and she gives me her. Fortunately I had swept up a couple days ago, so it wasn't too dusty. Cynthia tried to keep a conversation going, but she kept losing her train of thought, and she asked me three times in an hour what I did for a living -- though I had told her on the bench at the bus stop. By the third time I was giving her a one-sentence answer, and distracting her in the middle of the sentence. I got to thinking of seeing if she wanted to fool around some. Well, I had thought about that before,.