“Ah well…let me go home”Wilson arrived home to find his daughter in the den watching a cable news channel. He realized he was paying attention t... things he had never paid attention to before. Like the length (or lack thereof) of her gym shorts. Or the way her t-shirt fit a bit too snug, allowing her puffy nipples to stretch the fabric. Wilson was not prepared for this, and his cock began to stir uneasily in his pants.“Hi, Daddy!” Devin exclaimed as she realized her father was there. In her. I was going to enjoy this. I reached down and untied the knot that held her blouse together. I pulled the end around behind her back and tied them again. She wore no bra underneath. Her firm young breasts were the size of half grapefruits. Each was topped by a delicate coral colored nipple. I reached down and grabbed each breast in my hands. Suddenly she came to life and began to squeal and wiggle. It did her no good. She could barely wiggle in her position. In spite of herself, her nipples. "May I have this dance?" She took his hand and they danced slowly around the room, holding each other close. Actually, neither of them knew any proper dance steps, but they faked it pretty well. After a couple songs he led her by the hand back to her bedroom. They sat down on the bed and kissed tenderly for a long while. Claire wanted to throw him down on the bed, strip, and jump on him, but she waited for him to reach behind her and slowly pull her zipper down.She stood up and eased the dress. Binky pushed Tim from him saying that “he needed time,” and that “he was not as young as he was,” then laughing the stood and approached the helpless Sylvia, “did you enjoy that?” He asked, “watching your husband fucked, watching his arse get filled by another man?” she glanced at Tim the very deliberately said that “she had, and it was no more than he deserved, leaving her stood secured here!” Binky said it was “his weekend in charge, and that he alone would decide who is fucked and who is.