By now Jim had leaned back into the couch and had thrust his crotch up toward Amanda's hand. Jim desperately wanted her to slip her hand under the elastic waistband of his pajama pants and touch him directly but hadn't managed to bring himself to press the issue.

"A couple times I've gone over when the rest of the family is gone and fucked them in the beds that they share with their wives," Amanda added.

"Oh fuck," Jim panted, feeling the familiar pressure of an orgasm building in his loins.

"Are you gonna cum for me, daddy?" she coaxed, noticing his composure breaking.

"Yes, just a little more honey,"...