I started biting her lip. I could feel the wetness between my legs.It was spreading around my pussy because of her hand. She would run her finger the ...ntire length of my pussy. I would close my legs in pleasure. She would forcefully open them and start rubbing her thumb on my clitoris, which I thought I never had.She rubbed my clitoris while her fingers squeezed my pussy lips. I was breathing hard. She whispered in my ear, “Do you like it!”“Haaaaaa,” I moaned. She whispered in my ear again,. A fire burned in a white brick fireplace. Music was playing softly on a stereo system with powerful speakers; although the volume was low, he could feel the bass line."You cannot stand there dripping on my carpet. Go into the kitchen and remove those wet things. I will bring you something to wear." She disappeared down the dark hall. Carl gratefully went into the kitchen, took off his coat and draped it over a chair. He removed his shoes, then hesitated. Someone, it had to be his hostess,. She began to get wet and started to writhe, and he felt the familiar feeling of bliss he felt when pleasuring a woman. He fingered her for a bit, then gradually rubbed her clit with his thumb. While he did this, he began to think about his next move. This was good, and it was hot, but he had wanted to up the ante. He looked up at her, and she seemed to sense his uncertainty. “I’m yours, you sexy fucking stud,” she said. “Do what you want with me.” The words seemed to unleash something in him.. Dad's lips pressed against hers. She closed her eyes and drowned; Daddy kissing me!It lasted forever. It ended too soon. She hugged him tightly and whispered, "Dad," under her breath, pressing her cheek against his broad chest, her panties damp, her body aching for more.Dancing resumed, a slow sensual dance, bodies pressing together. Sasha trembled at the feel of Dad's erection against her. She sighed when his hand slipped lower to gently hold her butt and moaned silently when he pulled her.