Thank you for coming.’ Greg was surprised. While Elliot wore dark slacks and a light blue shirt, Sophia was dressed very stylishly in a white blouse... and an ankle-length black skirt with a ‘harder’ look to her face. ‘Something,’ he realized, ‘has happened. But, what?’ ‘Something to drink? I’ve martinis,’ he asked, smiling. ‘Yes,’ Sophia said, ‘I’d love one.’ She left the two men standing near the door and walked to the window. ‘Your view is so much different up here. You can see the ocean.’. That cum was now crusting my panties as we were driving home in the limo. I didn't think I would ever wash those panties again.This should be the happiest day of my life but my fathers reaction made me wonder if last nights events would end our closeness rather then bring us closer together. He couldn't even look me in the eye. He gazed out the window... his thoughts were far away. I never actually tried to seduce him, at least not until last night. I knew it would never happen, after all he. They were resting with apparent comfort on the white towel. He wrapped his right hand around his peter and began stroking deliberately up and down.I dipped all four fingers of my right hand into the moisture within the lips of my pussy and watching Bobby I attempted to match him, stroke for stroke. I looked alternately from his peter to his eyes. His eyes never left my pussy. It struck me fast as I thought about Bobby watching me. My eyes closed and my head rolled back as I howled out my. When I got to my comfort level and he got balls deep, he began slowly plunging in and out. I felt so fucking good. I surprised myself by spreading my legs and raising my ass as high as I could. I simply ordered him to "Now fuck me! Own me! Make me your bitch!!" And then the real prostate massage began.He lifted my hips with both hands and plowed it until I felt like rag doll impaled on a baseball bat. He lifted one leg and side-straddled me, ramming that incredible piece of meat in and out in.