And did feel good. He pull his shorts up to his groin, his thighs were toned and ripped as well. He took my hand and placed it jus above his knee tell...ng me to feel and boi they were nice, and I felt slightly horny. I removed my hand before I got to turned on and he moved his leg away, standing in front of me. He looked at with a smirk.I asked him why the smirk. He replied, now that you felt my legs can I feel your sexy ass. No I replied in a laughing tone.He said that's unfair. Please can I. I have had time to think over the events that took place earlier in the evening and I am unsure if I am okay with them or if I feel wronged by my father. Turning over in my bed I think back on what had happened, my fingers wrapped around my dad’s cock as his cum ran down my fingers. I was so overcome with emotions at the time that it happened, my mind racing but my pussy flooding down my legs and begging for more from my dad, more that I was supposedly going to be getting. Was I excited? I. It fell in long driving white swirls around the large suburban ranch house, heaping up, drifts against hedges and eddying in curled billows against the frosted window panes of the Howards' bedroom.Betty Howard leaned back on the bed, sighing deeply as she pulled the silk stockings up her legs that were as slender and delicately sculpted as ever. A martini glass sat almost empty on the table next to the bed, and it was easy to see that she had already had quite a few from the dreamy quality that. I blushed. Couldn't help it, but maintained eye contact with him. He smiled slightly and said right out it's OK I guessed you knew. I noticed you had your eye on me all morning as I was watching your wife wearing those bottoms this morning. When you joined me at the bar later I knew.'They are the same bottoms. Yes?' He asked me. I nodded. 'I hoped they would be. I trust she didn't wash them out?'I shook my head slightly and said no. His fingers stroked along the bulge in his shorts. Hi.