Leaning my head back to his shoulder his strong hand slid across my belly his thumb inside the waist band my petti as he did. As he kissed my neck he ...said he spoke to Gray last evening wanting to know about me. Before I could respond his hand slid under my petti and a loud OHHHHHHHHH echoed out as he felt my smooth bald soft groin. He grasped my little clitlit fondling it as I turned to him and pressed my lips to his. Swirling our tongues over each others I reached down running my hand over his. He certainly never knew that he could (and probably should have) deleted his site histories.One site that I saw over and over was one called Storiesonline.net. So I went there first. (By the way dad, I also saw that you made some visits to some porn sites too!)The laptop logged me on automatically to the website and I clicked on the author's link, and then clicked on a link to manage stories. I'll be damned if half of the stories on the laptop were posted on the website. My dad was (and is) a. The girls’ mouths both made an ’O’ and they looked pleased and surprised all at once. Cade climbed into the water splashing the girls, laughing at the expression on their faces. He sat opposite them draping his arms along the edge. Brittany picked up the remote for the music player and put on some dirty bump and grind music. Smiling wickedly she took a long slow drink of cognac, rose from the water, sensuous as a leopard, and moved toward Cade. Brittany moved to the music, making her way. 'Why not, are you built differently from Sarah, and I'm sure you would love a bit of attention?''You're right about that, but you would leave Sarah alone, if I took her place?' She asked.'Didn't I say that, well what will it be? If you agree, let's see how you perform, ' I teased her.'Oh God, can I do this, I've never been in this situation before, ' she pleaded.By this time we had moved into her sitting room. She was sitting on an American classical chaise longue with its scroll padded.