The blonde still had one hand working on her breasts, but
was now also had a hand playing with her belly, pubic hair, and,
every once in a while, dipping down to rub along her downy-haired
slit. As this was going on, I had been sort of splitting my
attention between the TV and Karen. My dick had gotten even
harder as Karen spread her legs a bit, allowing me to see a
growing wet spot at her crotch. She also was lightly running her
fingers along the outline of her bikini top and sometimes over
and around her hard nipples. Her nipples, if possible, grew more
erect and pushed almost as hard against her bikini top as my cock
pushed against my swim trunks. When the black-haired woman
orgasmed from her husband’s attention, the scene cut to the
daughter, who was approaching her orgasm as well, with two
fingers pumping in and out of her dripping pussy lips.
I got up, thinking I should have earlier, and sat down next
to Karen. I reached my right hand around her shoulder into her
blond tresses and ran the other down to trace along the bottom of
one breast. I felt her lips vibrate with a muffled moan as I
covered them with mine. With my left hand, I traced over to the
other breast, spiralled in to the nipple, and gently pulled it
between two fingers. One of Karen’s hands slipped down to my
trunks and began to rub my cock through the short. Our tongues
were alternately entwined and probing.