I was rock hard, and I pulled quickly out of her as I felt her orgasm commence, knowing I wouldn’t survive at depth for the duration of her climax, and brought my hand to her vulva, rubbing softly to prolong the waves that were washing over the sweet girl as I kissed her breasts and belly. Abigail had turned her head to the side to watch the events across the room as I continued to gently penetrate her drenched pussy, and as she watched Jennifer climax, she did too. His thick red mustache was drawn down in concentration as he brushed the hair from my daughter’s cheek-she was struggling with the timing, as if she were trying to pat her head and rub her tummy-but he broke into a gentle smile when she looked up at him with her mouth full, and I guessed he was going to suggest simplifying her approach for the moment by not using her hands.
