Penny’s Predicament Pt. 02

Saturday Morning

Penny was up just as the sun was rising. Ben was on his side of the bed, softly snoring, with the cutest look on his face that made Penny giggle as she sat up. He really was a sweet guy. And she really did love him. Last night's brief fantasy was just that, a fantasy. Nothing wrong with that. She knew Ben probably had them, too. She'd seen his browser history and knew he watched porn, but that didn't bother her. It never took away from their own escapades, so there wasn't really any reason to worry.

Shaking off all the feelings and fantasies from last night, Penny quickly pulled on her neon pink sports bra and black running shorts. It was her routine to run in the mornings and even on vacation. She wasn't going to give up the habit now.

She made her way down the hall to the kitchen, pulling her hair back into a ponytail as she went. She made a quick search of the cabinets, looking for a water bottle that she might be able to take with her. There was one in an overhead cabinet, but she couldn't quite reach it, standing on her toes and stretching her arm out, but not even able to get the tips of her fingers on it.

"Need help?"

The gruff voice made Penny yelp and slip, barely saving herself from falling over as she grabbed the granite countertop and twisting around quickly to find Spencer standing on the other side of the kitchen island with a large mug of steaming coffee in hand. His face was rough with stubble, hair a mess, wearing a tight black shirt and boxers.

"Oh! Uh... yeah um, sorry maybe I should have asked before snooping..." Penny stammered, feeling embarrassed and also... oh dear god was she feeling aroused at just the sight of this man? Was she really that shallow?

Get it together Penny! Last night... Last night was an accident and besides, you just need to pretend like it didn't happen. Don't ruin this weekend for you and Ben!

"Snooping? What, trying to find the booze or maybe where I keep the hard drugs?" Spencer grinned, and it was pleasant, almost jovial. But the gleam in his eyes... The way he was assessing her as she stood against the counter. She was suddenly very aware that her sports bra wasn't very well padded, and it was a bit old and tight on her chest, pushing her breasts up and together to puff over the neckline. The shorts were spandex and so tight... geez, why did she choose to wear a freaking thong! She didn't dare look down to see if she had a camel toe or not. She had so much skin exposed... though Spencer had seen her in far less.

Don't think about that Penny!

Spencer sighed and put down his mug. "Don't worry about 'snooping', what's mine is yours." He was approaching her, seemingly not giving her any way to move away as he came to stand in front of her, towering over her with his barrel of a chest. Reaching up over her, eyes still on her, looking down at her as if she was something small to be conquered, Spencer reached up and grabbed the water bottle and handed it to her. "Planning on a run?"

Penny nodded, cheeks flaming as she felt the man's presence. He wasn't pressing against her, but he was barely two inches from her and she could feel the heat of his body, and glancing down, she could see the outline of his flaccid cock pressing against the boxers, hovering close to her crotch. She tried to keep her breathing steady, but it was like she was a doe standing before a bear. No chance of escape.

"Well, best get going. It starts to get pretty hot early on. We don't want you getting burned up or dehydrated." He stepped back after one more lingering minute, smiling cockily.

Penny swallowed the lump in her throat. "Thanks." She bit her lip, pushing off from the counter and stepping around Spencer and heading towards the front door.

"You know..." Spencer spoke up, making Penny freeze. "My son really likes you. I'm sure you can tell that."

She turned to Spencer, biting the inside of her cheek, worried about what might come next.

"I just want what's best for Ben. Ya know? He had it tough with the divorce. Did he tell you his mom cheated? Had this whole affair behind my back... was even planning a whole other family. Didn't work out, of course. And when I found out... Well, I didn't take it well. Probably shut Ben out a bit more than I should have, trying to get through it all." He stepped back over to his coffee and picked it up, contemplating. "I don't want Ben to have to experience what I did... first hand..." He moved his eyes up and they were dangerous, roving over Penny's body and then meeting her eyes. "You understand?"

Everything inside Penny was burning and melting. Spencer's gaze was like the white-hot sun. But she saw more than just the sexual knowledge and tension in that look. Spencer was worried that Penny was the same girl he'd met during spring break. A floozy. A girl who was giving it out anytime, anywhere. He wasn't going to put up with Penny cheating on his son. Not like he'd been cheated on. And she really couldn't blame him. What else did Spencer know about her other than what he'd experienced firsthand that week and what Ben had told him?

"I promise..." Penny straightened, no longer caring if her clothes were too tight and that she was half naked. "I love Ben." She wasn't sure what else to say. Protesting or trying to confront Spencer about what had happened two years ago was useless. All she could do now was speak the truth. She loved his son and there was no way she was going to cheat.

Spencer gave a nod and then his eyes moved down her body again, coming to rest between her legs where she was acutely aware that she had a camel toe now. "Nice seeing you again, by the way." He smirked, took a sip of coffee, and then walked out of the kitchen, leaving Penny alone near the front door.

She stood for a moment, feeling like her legs were going to fail her, then turned and bolted out the door, sprinting through the quickly warming air, trying to burn off the feeling of arousal she felt in her belly.

Saturday Afternoon

The day progressed slowly, leisurely. After Penny's run she came back and took a quick shower, having to change panties, not because she'd sweat so much in the heat but because her brief encounter with Spencer that morning had left her drenched. To say she was conflicted was an understatement.

On the one hand, it was understandable considering the history she had with the man, but she was here with his son. With the man she honestly wanted to marry. How could she be thinking about Spencer like this? How could she let him get to her so easily?

Penny had never really thought through what she'd done on spring break. It had just been a fun time. Like most college coeds, spring break was about letting loose and just going wild, then heading back to campus to buckle down and study. And that's just what Penny had done. Fucked her brains out and then went back to school and sat right back down in the library, going over her notes for the finals that would be coming up in the next couple months. Her adventures had been tucked away nicely, but now they'd blown open out of their box and Penny had no choice but to face the reality.

Did she like being used?

That was a question she'd never considered. Ben and Penny made love and yes sometimes they were a bit more playful and 'rough', but it was nothing like what Spencer had done to her.

So the question was... did she like one or the other? Or maybe both?

Obviously, she didn't have to confine herself to one way of having sex. That was an old misogynistic myth. Something she'd actually been learning about in her Psych classes. Especially Gender Psychology. But it did feel a bit... wrong, to like the gentle love making with Ben, but suddenly desiring to be used like a little fuck doll by his dad. It felt like some sort of bad porn premise. Now doubt she could probably have gotten online and found a hundred videos on just that sort of dynamic alone.

It was those thoughts that occupied her mind and made the day both creep and speed by. She had a hearty breakfast with Ben and Spencer, the latter having made pancakes and bacon in almost too large a quantity. But Penny had stuffed herself, then cuddled with Ben on the back porch in the early morning cool, enjoying the mild temperature before the noon sun began to burn. They 'busied' themselves with reading, watching videos on his phone and just sitting in the quiet. It was wonderful. And for the most part, her intrusive sexual thoughts were kept at bay by the comfort she felt next to Ben.

But by the time lunch came around, the coolness of the morning had been burned off and they were beginning to sweat, even under the shaded patio.

"Wanna take a swim?" Penny asked, sitting up and brushing back her sweaty hair.

Ben lounged back, looking a bit sleepy. "I think I might drown if I try. I can barely keep my eyes open right now." He chuckled sleepily.

Penny shoved him playfully. "Are you already some old man, needing an afternoon nap?"

He shrugged, "Hey, can't blame me. Good company and a quiet afternoon just lends itself to relaxation." Ben wrapped an arm around Penny's shoulders and brought her close, kissing his quickly.

"Well, fine. You can sit here and take your siesta. Think you can stay awake long enough to help me get some sunscreen on?" She was getting up, smacking his pawing playful hands away with a smile.

Ben sighed. "Sure. I think I can manage that." He yawned.

Penny rolled her eyes. If she was lucky Ben might still be awake when she got back outside, but it wouldn't surprise her if he fell asleep the second she walked inside. "I'll be right back." Going back inside, she went back to the bathroom where she'd hung her swimsuit to dry, but didn't see it hanging on the shower rod. A quick look around told her that the suit hadn't fallen in the tub or on the floor... So where had it gone?

"Problem?"

The sound of Spencer's voice made Penny jump and spin around, arms crossing over her chest as if she were trying to hide herself even though she was dressed modestly in shorts and a t-shirt that would have been plenty appropriate for church. He was leaning against the doorframe, baggy shorts and a Hawaiian button-down shirt that was left wide open, showing off his broad hairy chest. He wasn't as ripped as he'd been when she'd first seen him two years ago, age and time will do that to a person, but he was a barrel of a man and there was no doubt his muscles were still intact.

"Oh... um, have you seen my swim suit? I hung it here to dry last night." She asked, trying to shake off her nerves.

"Last night, huh?" He quirked an eyebrow at her a moment, then scratched at his stubble. "Sorry, I was doing the laundry and noticed it so I threw it into the lot. Do you have another suit?"

Penny thought about the other suit she had. The one that was meant to tease Ben. She bit her lip and narrowed her eyes at Spencer. Had he stolen her suit? But why would he do that? Surely he didn't know about the other suit she had. Was he trying to get her to skinny dip? No way was she going to do that... though it was... enticing. What would Ben think about that? How would he react? How would Spencer react?

No! No. Out of the question. She had to cover up at least a little. But what were her options? Don't go to the pool or wear her other suit.

She bit the inside of her cheek to pull herself out of the erotic spiral. "Yeah. I've got another suit." She met his eyes curiously. Was this some sort of... manipulation? Or maybe Spencer was just used to domesticity and having dirty clothes hanging around wasn't an option.

His gaze was even and unyielding. It gave away nothing.

They stood facing each other for a long moment, the tension growing thicker with each second before Spencer finally pushed himself off the doorframe and stepped aside. "Well, you'd better go get changed. Do you have enough suntan oil? Sunscreen? Whatever you kids use?"

"Oh..." Penny hurried past him, arms still folded over her chest for whatever insecure reason. "Yeah, I've got plenty. Thanks." With that, she went down the hall to her room and shut the door.

"Fuck." she muttered to herself, pressing her head against the door, feeling her knees wobble. Her panties were soaked again! How in the world was she going to get through this weekend?

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Penny peeked out of the sliding glass door that led out to the backyard and the pool. Sure enough, Ben was snoring softly on the patio couch, still sitting up but with his head slightly lulling to the side as he slept.

All Penny could do was roll her eyes again at how cute he looked. Though... it would have been nice for him to be awake right now. Maybe she should wake him up so he could see what she'd been forced to put on. Stepping out into the heat, Penny gave a quick survey of the area. Spencer wasn't anywhere to be seen which was good. The last thing she wanted right now was to feel that man's heavy gaze on her while she was dressed so... scantily.

The suit was even tighter and more revealing than she originally thought. Maybe she'd gotten the sizing wrong when she'd bought it online. The strap of the top and bottoms dug so tight into her skin that they were leaving indents, and the little triangles were stretching against her nipples and mound giving them a very distinct outline that... well... she felt very pornographically photogenic at that moment as she tip-toed over to where Ben slept. She leaned forward, enough to show a great amount of cleavage and jostled his shoulder, trying to wake him.

Ben snorted. Gave a soft gasp, but otherwise didn't stir.

Geez, he was really out. Guess the heat had that sort of effect on people.

Penny sighed. She could probably try harder. Wake him up and give him a good eyeful, have him help her get her sunscreen on and then let him go back to his nap if he wanted. But that felt a little selfish. She'd let him sleep. Giving his cheek a quick pat and a kiss to his forehead, she moved over to one of the chairs and sat down on the edge, quickly pulling out the suntan oil and a towel from the beach bag she'd brought with her.

Pouring some oil liberally onto her arms and legs, Penny began rubbing it in thick and quick. It was hot enough, and she was pale enough that if she didn't apply enough, she'd burn like a crisp in this heat. And, since she was so flagrantly exposed, she needed much more coverage than usual. She dripped it along her stomach and inner thighs, over her neck and chest, making sure to get it rubbed in along the inner and outer slopes of her breasts. Soon enough, the tricky part arrived. How was she going to take care of her back? She'd been hoping Ben would help, but he was out like a light.

She'd just have to try her best.

Reaching over her shoulder with the bottle, Penny began to squirt the oil all along her back, hoping that maybe if she just saturated herself, it would drip and run down enough to cover her.

"Not gonna work."

Spencer's voice made her jump. Her head whipped around to see him standing at the glass patio doors, holding a beer and watching her curiously and with that same sort of sly grin.

Her arms immediately moved to cover her exposed chest. This just made Spencer grin wider.

"Um... what do you mean it won't work?" Penny asked, trying to dispel the tension.

"I tried just pouring sunscreen on my back once. Ended up with strips all over my back of sunburn. Was worse than just having it be all over. Here, I'll give you a hand." Spencer came over, putting his beer down and taking the suntan oil from Penny's lax grip.

She felt his eyes on her as he poured some more oil onto her back, making her shiver, and started to rub it in. His hands were large and rough, the calluses rubbing against her soft skin, scraping and scratching even as they moved slick and smooth along her back. The man loomed over her as he moved his hands down over her shoulders, spine, over the small ties of her suit, then down lower and lower.

"Huh." He muttered.

"W... what?"

"This suit is pretty... revealing." There was mirth in his voice as his hands firmly rubbed the oil along her lower back. "Move forward a little, please."

"Um..." Penny did as he asked, moving a bit more to the edge of the seat and leaning forward, blushing profusely because she knew the little string of the suit bottoms was nestled between her cheeks and her whole ass was on display.

"Was this meant to be a gift for Ben?" Spencer chuckled.

Penny bit her lip and hunched her shoulders, a bit guilty and embarrassed.

"Good to know you're taking care of him." Penny looked back and saw the lusty smirk on his face.

"Well..." She shrugged. Everything inside her was on fire. The feel of Spencer's hands on her was electric. It brought back memories. Thoughts of his firm grip, holding her hips. Fondling her breasts. Sucking his fingers slick with her own juices.

Spencer poured more oil along her lower back and it dripped and ran down her ass cheeks and between them, down her crack. His hands didn't hesitate. He gripped her firm bottom and began to rub and knead them like he was giving her a massage.

It was impossible to stop the moan that left her lips. She bit back on her lips so it wasn't loud. Not that it would wake Ben.

Oh god Ben!

Her eyes darted over to her sleeping boyfriend. Only a few feet away, eyes closed and softly snoring. Dead to the world. Dead to the fact that his dad's hands were gripping her ass and squeezing, rubbing, and holding it tighter than was probably necessary for rubbing in suntan oil. Penny's breaths started coming rapidly. Her chest bounced with her laboring gasps. It was then she noticed that the suntan oil she'd rubbed into her chest and stomach had soaked into the thin material of her top and bottoms, turning them completely transparent. Nothing in the online description had said the bikini would become see-through when wet. Her nipples were pressing hard against the thin material, the oil making it cling tightly to her nubs. The bottoms were the same, sheer and clinging to her smooth mons and along her slit. She pressed her thighs together hoping to hide herself.

Had Spencer noticed? If he did, he hadn't made a comment. Penny wasn't sure what was worse, the fact that Spencer could see her almost completely exposed and might say something, or that he might not care.

Did she want him to care?

She kept her eyes forward, knees together, crossing her arms as casually as she could to hide her exposed nipples. The feeling of Spencer's hands on her ass... still on her ass, was making her burn hotter than the sun ever could. And it wasn't just her skin... she felt the heat between her thighs. The mixture of slick oil, tight, stretchy material, and her own arousal was becoming too much.

Finally, Spencer let go of her ass and stepped back, grabbing her towel and whipping his hands clean. "You should be good now. But if you're out for too long you'll need to reapply." He glanced over at Ben. "If my son's still out, you can give me a call... I'll be inside getting lunch ready." His chuckle was warm and sent a buzz through her chest, her bones, which didn't help the situation she was in now.

Before she could let herself overthink, Penny wrangled her thoughts and got up, marching over the burning stones to the pool, and quickly dropped herself into the cool water. She wasn't running away. Spencer was gone again, almost like a ghost. Had he even been there? Maybe that was just some sort of hallucination brought on by the heat. But she could feel the lingering grip of his hands on her back and ass. Penny started doing laps. Fast and hard. She needed to burn off this energy. Bad.

She swam back and forth, five laps before she allowed herself to stop. Coming over to the edge of the pool, breathing heavily and dripping water as she clung to the side, breathing hard. The water had made her suit even more sheer. It was like she wasn't wearing anything. Any other time, when it was just her and Ben, she'd have flaunted this little development. Looking up to the patio, she saw Ben still sound asleep. The urge to go over and wake him up was itching at her. She should just go over, wake him up, let him get an eye full and then have some sexy fun. Maybe even have that fun outside on the patio.

So what if Spencer saw her and Ben? Maybe that would be a good thing. Show him that she loved his son, that she wanted him. The idea just made her nipples harder, the pulsing between her thighs that much more incessant. No amount of laps was going to make this feeling go away. She needed relief.

Getting out of the pool, Penny quickly made her way back to the shade of the patio, the stones burning her feet as she went, making her hiss against the pain. Back under the awning, she looked in through the glass doors, checking to see if Spencer was near, but by the muffled sounds coming from the kitchen, he was still working on lunch.

She considered waking Ben up again. It'd be more fun to... relieve herself, if he were watching or maybe helping. But the poor boy was just dead to the world, and she didn't want to make a big fuss. It was best just to get down to business, bang out an orgasm, and then get back to swimming. Quick and dirty.

Lipping onto the couch next to Ben, Penny slumped down so she would be a bit more hidden from the doors in case Spencer peeked out. Then she brought her hand between her thighs to the bikini bottoms that were more transparent than tissue paper and felt just as fragile, and touched. Just that little pressure made her gasp and everything inside her burn that much brighter. She was a wildfire and her touch was the unruly breeze whipping up the flames so that they were becoming uncontrollable.

Two fingers. Pressing slowly on either side of her covered labia, pressing together like scissors to puff them up. The suit and oil slick and tight along her vulnerable sex. She breathed slow, trying to keep any sound she made quiet. She moved a third finger between the other two down her center, pressing the material inward and oil oozed and beaded and dripped along her gliding digits.

"Oh... mmmm." She sighed. Closing her eyes. Trying to picture Ben. He was right next to her and the sound of his soft snores and snorts made her giggle even as she groaned from her sexual touch. She imagined him kissing her. Touching her. A hand went to her chest, rubbing around her nipple in the bikini, oil seeping from the cloth. It felt intoxicating. Addictive.

She moved her labia back and forth, wiggling it in the bikini bottom and then squeezing her fingers tightly together, her third finger dipping a bit deeper. Palm cupping her breast, she slipped the material aside to expose her nipple and traced a nail around it, sucking in warm breath. She slid down a bit and leaned against Ben's shoulder, rubbing herself and breathing in his scent.

Eyes fluttering, she glanced around, making sure she was still alone, and then noticed a little red light up near the corner of the ceiling. A camera. Penny froze. It was a security camera. Small and inconspicuous, but clearly pointed towards the patio and the sliding doors. Could it see her? Was it recording? There were so many different kinds of systems now there was no telling if it was simply streaming and notifying of movement or if it was recording and storing the video for viewing later. Would it auto delete?

Or... would Spencer see the footage and save it?

Fire burned in Penny's belly as she stared up at the camera as if it were Spencer's gaze rather than an unfeeling glass eye. There was no guarantee that he was watching... or that he would see anything at all. It was presumptuous of Penny to think that just because there was a camera and she was out there, that Spencer would be watching her like some sort of perverted voyeur.

Maybe... maybe she wanted him to watch. Like she'd watched him.

Would it be so bad? He'd seen much more.

The fantasy took hold quickly. Head against Ben's shoulder, eyes on the camera, she moved so her legs were open and more clearly exposed and visible to the little red light. Her fingers moved up and down, along her lips and between them, pressing her finger against the suit and into her hole just slightly, making her suck in a breath. Then she moved up to her clit, circling it slowly, the sensations of the material, the oil, the water, and her own sexual juices and pressure from her fingers was almost too much. An orgasm was already speeding it's way through her nervous system. But she didn't want to burst so quickly.

Licking her lips, she moved her fingers away from her clit and framed her mound between her two middle fingers, puffing it up with the suit straining against herself, wiggling her puffy slit and then letting go and giving herself a quick, sharp slap. She arched, gasped at her own self treatment. Her head rubbed against Ben and he groaned softly as she moved against him. Penny slapped her pussy again. Again. Each time she took in a hissing breath.

Once upon a time Spencer had done that. Had her bent over the sink in the bathroom, face pressed to the mirror, breath fogging it up as he spread her legs open and slapped her cunt repeatedly, making her squeal.

"Fucking cunt. Fucking little whore cunt! You like that? You like your little college girl pussy getting spanked for opening up to an old man? Huh?"

Slap slap slap!

She was crying against the mirror, tears slipping down her cheeks and the glass. "YES! OH FUCK YES!"

She'd screamed and begged and then he'd lifted her up, onto her toes, pressing her more against the counter and mirror and rammed his cock inside her, pulling her hair and driving into her like a bullet train.

Penny remembered cumming so hard her eyes rolled up. She came. Came hard. Squirted all over Spencer and felt him spasming inside her, the condom filling up with his pumping spunk.

After that they'd showered together and he'd held her up in the air impaling her over and over under the burning spray.

Eyes closed, she moved her hand back between her legs and moved the suit aside enough to let her fingers circle around her opening. Pressing her finger in just slightly before removing it quickly, making her muscles contract and grip against her finger before it could completely leave. She teased herself like that for several seconds. Seconds that seemed like minutes. Minutes that seemed like hours.

Penny let herself lay back, hand massaging and pinching her nipple as she finally let her finger dip into her warmth and sink further and further, a soft warm slick sound emanating from between her thighs. "Ohhhhh." It came out soft and needy, her lips wet as she licked them, feeling her heat and moisture rising, her tunnel gripping her finger as she moved it in and out.

"Yesss...." She sighed. Her body trembled. Sweat was slick all over her, and not just from the sun. Everything about her was burning, inside and out. Penny was panting as she moved her finger in time with her rapid heartbeat. Inoutinoutinout. It was making the need to burst rise faster and faster. It wouldn't be long before she couldn't hold back.

She pushed her finger in to the second knuckle and gasped, lips opening wide.

The fantasy of Ben with her had morphed. Now he was holding her and Spencer was plunging himself into her again. Deep and firm. His eyes on her, burning red with lust. Her feelings were twisted and boiling. Everything began to shake. Her breaths were coming faster through her nose. Her lips were squeezing down on her finger.

She fell back, slipping down so her head was now resting in Ben's lap, mouth open and loudly gasping as her orgasm began to rain down upon her. "Yes... yes... fuck ohhhhh...." She grit her teeth at the intensity, her muscles tensing and every nerve-ending on fire. Penny let herself relax as the orgasm moved through her and began to dissipate slowly. Hand still between her thighs, panting from the exertion of her orgasm, she let her eyes open and met Ben's sleepy gaze.

"Hey there." He muttered, rubbing the heel of his hand to dispel the sleep crust from his eyes. "Should I be flattered or did I miss out on something?"

Penny stared up at Ben. Love burned in her chest, but lust was blazing between her thighs as her fingers traced her lips. "Sorry..." she breathed and tried to smile innocently. "Just... couldn't resist... you are so sexy when you sleep."

Ben chuckled and brought one of his hands to rest against Penny's slick stomach. "You could have woken me up."

"You were pretty much dead to the world." She muttered, moving her hand away from her sex and slipping her fingers through his.

"Kinda kinky to be getting off out here. You know my dad could have come out at any second." He scratched at his cheek and looked over at the doors.

Penny shook her head. "He's making lunch. I made sure... uh, to say behind you. So he wouldn't see." She blushed. Hoping the excuse would work. Maybe she hoped it was true. If she was lucky, the camera was just for show. She'd just had a fun little fantasy, and that was all. No harm, no foul.

Ben shrugged. "Alright." He grinned at her and squeezed her hand. "Wanna... I don't know... finish... oh... oh geez is that what you went swimming in?" Suddenly Ben was looking over Penny's body and how her suit was essentially see-through tissue paper.

She shrugged and smiled up at him. "It was supposed to be a surprise for you."

"Well... I'm definitely surprised." He chuckled and leaned down, giving her a firm and warm kiss. "But I'd prefer to see you out of it. Come on, I think we can sneak back up to the room." Penny felt Ben's stiff erection under her head and giggled.

As quietly as they could, like two teenagers trying to sneak back in after curfew, they made their way past the kitchen where Spencer was busy making fried chicken, and up to their room. Penny tried not to think about the camera. About how Spencer had groped her, and she'd let him. How good it had felt. And how she'd fantasized not just about Ben watching her, but of his dad fucking her while he watched. It was sending bolts of arousal all through her system even as they closed the bedroom door and jumped onto the bed together. Ben quickly enjoying her oily slick body and burning cunt.

She'd have to face these fantasies at some point. But for now...

They made love for the next half hour before Spencer finally called out that lunch was ready. It was the sound of his voice that made Penny cum, even as Ben was ejaculating inside her, she was still picturing his dad's eyes and the blinking red light of the camera.