Randy sis Cindi

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"That pussy feels good, baby," John Allison laughed, his voice carrying clearly across the wide swimming pool.

"Well, play with it some more, honey!" Wendy Allison giggled, pushing her bikini halter at his chest. She had large, shapely breasts.

Cindi Allison, peeking from her second-floor bedroom window down into the pool and patio area, shivered with terrible envy. Her handsome father was sure enjoying his new young wife! She was only twenty-three to John's thirty-five, but he really didn't look that old. Oh, he was so terribly sexy and virile, he deserved a pretty with-it bed-mate.

Oh, I wish John wasn't my father! Cindi thought, as she had dozens of times. I'm eighteen and plenty old enough to fuck, and I want to fuck him! It's awful, craving him this way. It's all wrong, but I can't help it. I've had this thing about him since I first started playing with my pussy!

She was wearing a bikini herself, and had planned to join John and Wendy in the pool. But the way things looked, they would soon be in the master bedroom, getting a little before dinner, even. Cindi's crotch ached; her nipples tingled. It was just agony watching John fool around with Wendy. And it appeared she had her hand in his swim trunks.

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