I got asked down again for the following weekend. Again, there was no sign of Wilsons daughters, either on the journey or when we arrived, and I became resigned to another bachelor weekend of golf, booze and porn movies. Although I have to confess that I was kind of looking forward more to the golf having discovered the magic of hitting a long straight drive on four occasions the previous weekend. Now all I had to do was work on my chipping and lolita anal sex putting. Move over Tiger lolita anal sex! Yeah, right!
Gina caught us lolita anal sex out drinking wine and watching another movie, but just as before she utterly ignored what was happening on the screen. For some reason I couldn fathom, Wilson turned the sound right down when she came into the room. This time she sat in his lap instead of on the arm of his seat. She was dressed the same as she was last time, so she was obviously on her way to bed. Gina and her father talked quietly together, I couldn make out what they were talking about, and again Gina ignored me. There was still no sign of Harriet. I tried to concentrate on the big screen, but my eyes were constantly drawn to the beautiful, long sweep of Ginas bare legs.
The girls suddenly raised voice caused me to snap a swift glance in their direction. "Look at this, Daddy," she was saying, "I think something bit me on the beach today." Gina had pulled the hem of her oversized T-shirt up high and parted her legs. White panties tonight! She was showing her father an angry looking, dark red patch, about the size of a dime, high up on her inner thigh.
I watched them transfixed, the blue movie completely forgotten. Wilson placed his hand midway up on the inside of Ginas other thigh whilst he examined the offending spot closely. Maybe it was due to my
lolita anal sex angle of view, but it appeared to me that his face was only a couple of inches from the fork of his daughters thighs. "Probably some insect," he murmured, "it looks kind of inflamed, but I don think
lolita anal sex itll amount to much."
Gina didn seem to mind her father touching her like that! And Wilson didn remove his hand; in fact, he actually began stroking her skin with slow, gentle movements, gradually moving
lolita anal sex his fingers higher and higher towards the white cotton triangle at the apex of her legs. Gina closed her eyes and nestled her lips to the side of her fathers throat.
The rising tension in the room was palpable. I tore my gaze away from the pair and tried to just watch the movie, but to no avail. My cock was throbbing in my pants on the edge of a wet sticky disaster. Inevitably
lolita anal sex, I was drawn to look
lolita anal sex at father and daughter again and again, at her pale smooth flesh and at that hand caressing and sliding ever so slowly, higher and higher.
Wilson took his time, but in the end he reached the white cotton strip that hid her sex. He teased Gina, trailing his fingertips around the lace-edged leg holes, making her shift her bottom impatiently in his lap. Then
lolita anal sex, slowly and deliberately, he began to rub her through the cotton material, pressing his fingers into the hidden folds and dampening the gusset of her panties with her
lolita anal sex sexual juices.
I watched them from the corner of my eye for five or ten minutes. Her fathers caresses were clearly arousing Gina and she was getting closer and closer to orgasm. The movie finished but I didn notice, although I was still looking in the general direction of the screen. The room became silent except for Ginas heavy, ragged breathing and the faint noises made by Wilsons
lolita anal sex fingers moving between her legs. When he suddenly spoke, I started in my seat as though someone had jabbed me with a pin.
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