"Well you have chosen the right time, David's just started thewashing, just leave it in the kitchen and he'll sort it out." Thisstarted Amy giggling a...ain."He certainly is dressed for the part - really cute." Then put the kettle on David, I'm sure Amy would like a drink." Yes please," said Amy.As I left for the kitchen I heard Amy go upstairs and then return tothe kitchen with a carrier bag, taking two more from her rucksack,filled with her dirty washing. She took a look at her mums underwearon. We are chatting on the couch and I doze off for a short while. She is not there anymore. I see the light of my bedroom on. She passed out on my bed. She is wearing a short skirt, I can see her panties: they are green.I stand there and think for a while: we are young and it is Saint Patrick so... who cares. I pull her panties off, split her legs and go for that pussy: tastes strong but I like it. She wakes up. "Sebas! oh my gosh, you should not be doing that" I look at her. "I agree" And I go. With all of his willpower, he kept himself back. He wanted to move against his 13-year-old daughter, to touch her, but he dare not. He wasn't sure whether she was asleep or not. He waited and waited for her sleep to become apparent.After another five minutes, he sensed that her breathing had become deep and regular. Finally, he steeled his courage and took the big chance. Slowly, he moved his hand forward, rested it on the youngster's waist, and then waited for her to react. Samantha didn't. I had heard already from my wife that she is a good cook. Without any hesitation I went inside and had dinner with her family. That’s when I became closer to her and her family. All of them were extremely good people. Had nice dinner and I went back home.Two days later, it was a working day and since I had less work I was working from home. By around 1 pm, someone was knocking my door and I could see her standing with lunch for me. Seeing my car at parking she figured out that I am at home. I.