It was way too firm. My wife has great breasts, but they are getting a little softer with age. I looked over the blonde head in front of me and saw my...daughter Megan. “MEGAN, what are you doing? Are you crazy coming in here like that?” “Happy Birthday daddy. I wanted to give you something special for your birthday and Christmas.” “Baby, I'm your father, you can't come into my bed like that. You are naked. A father shouldn't be with his daughter like that.”“Daddy, I see the way you look at me, I. She looked into my eyes and kissed me. I went into it without thinking twice. I kissed her back. Our tongues were intertwining. Her hand that was on my thigh and near my pussy was now squeezing my thigh and gently flicking my pussy over my bright pink thong. I shuddered at the feeling. Amy stopped, looked me in the eyes and said, “I’ve never done anything like this but you’re so hot and I can’t control myself, I’m sorry.” I told her, “Don’t stop, keep going.” Amy lay me on the couch and pulled. “Can I buy you a drink?” I said from 3 feet away. She turned and started taking me in from head to toe, with piercing green eyes. The color and clarity of the ocean in the Caribbean. While she gave me the “Trust him or not” evaluation, I was sizing her up more. Semi-dark complexion, maybe Italian or Greek heritage. Smooth, flawless skin tone. Lipstick somewhere between red and burgundy. Very nice. Apparently, I passed. “Sure, I’m Mia”, extending her hand. I took it, “I’m Mark”, sliding in the. " You like being called a fag by the likes of him?" Shit no, but he's probably queerer than you and me. That's why he's a fucking homophobe." Maybe. Well, yeah. I guess that's always true. But, buddy – this is war – and Davenport has humiliated both you and me. Time to vanquish, and bury."Bruce took off his windbreaker and tossed it over my shoulder. He hiked up his pants and made a look at me with tight lips, like he was more than determined. He went out and I followed. Bruce walked straight.