‘Sit up if you please, however is comfortable for you, but towards the edge here.’ She motioned to the chair and sat, smile cool and calm. It was ...ar from the burning need coursing from throat to cunt. He blinked at her command the hesitation surprised not resistance before moving to climb onto his sturdy antique table. Settling gracefully onto it he drew up his long legs and adjusted pillows. All the while his dark eyes consumed her sitting at the end of the table. ‘Do you love me?’ She asked. Yes! Yes daddy… I enjoyed it. Please dont hurt him. Amelia, I cant believe this… Im sorry daddy. Please dont be mad at me. I hope you still love me. He sat next to me on the bed, Oh honey, of course I still love you. His hand gently brushed my cheek as he lifted my chin, pulling me in to kiss me. But it wasnt the kisses I was used to getting. It wasnt the kind of kisses that a father normally gives his daughter. He used his tongue to massage mine, kissing me passionately. I have to admit, I. She squeezed and pulled Monica's hips against her own."Mmmm, I love this little ass!"Monica's hands finally went to Rachel's butt."Well, I like yours too. And I bet Ross agrees with me."They looked over at him, hand pressed against his crotch."Honey, you can touch yourself while you watch us," she went on with a sultry tone. "In fact, I'd kind of like to see you doing that." Yeah, Ross," Monica added, "you've seen what we have... so, show us what you have."Ross unzipped his pants and pushed. Walking slowly over to the couch, I drop gently to my knees in front of him. We both watch him languidly stroke. My gaze lifts over his firm body and finally meets his. Smiling at each other, happy to be sharing this moment. My hands softly slip up… feeling his familiar curves and angles. Over his thighs, past his cock and hands, up… over his stomach and still up… sliding through the sun/shade patterns, brushing over his nipples, settling on his shoulders. His hands slide around my waist and.