Garfield.I did see a few pictures. They were rather vintage, I guess. They also might have been from Errol Flynn or another long-gone Hollywood actor.... I looked it up. Gregory Peck, most likely.Mr. Garfield must be ancient.So he may not have had a face, but he did have a voice. It was the kind that crawls up to you and slips under your skin. The velvet kind of voice that you disparage when you talk with your friends. "Too schmaltzy," you tell them. "Too smooth an operator." But you never say how. The girls, seeing their father so lovingly 'soaping' their mother, wanted to participate as well. "Wash us too, Daddy," they shouted as they headed for the shallow part of the pool where Nathan was taking his time oiling up Kathy's body.It was one thing to have sex in their hut with the two girls nearby, but they did not try to make a blatant spectacle of their sexual unions. It was just that they did not try to hide it from them if it happened.Perhaps if they had been a married couple living. 'This is better than that shit movie!' moaned Chris, slowly moving his hips as I sucked his cock. 'I should fucking hope so!' I said, looking up at him, pretending to be angry. James laughed. 'You love it!' Chris replied, 'This is like all your favourite porn!' 'Oh fuck yeah!' groaned James incoherently as I turned to him and took half his hard cock in my mouth, sucking and rubbing the head with my tongue. I stood up, and stripped off my top. The guys just stood and stared happily as I took off. I found birthmarks on the sexiest places.. On the boobs, near the navel, just above her ass.. What a goddess she was. I spent 30 minutes just playing with her nipples and biting them red.. She was commenting all the time “My husband never did all this” made even more erotic. Suddenly she pushed me down on the bed and said “U cant just control.. I want some fun too” and she began lustily kissing my chest and massaging my biceps.. I asked for a blow job.. I guess it was lucky day..She unzipped me.