I don’t know how to say it.’ ‘Then,’ I said, tentatively, ‘you don’t, you know, regret it?’ She stared into my eyes and calmly said, ‘...addy, if you ever ask me that again, I’ll get really mad at you.’ ‘Okay,’ I whispered. She smiled broadly and kissed me again. Then she yawned. I didn’t blame her, it had been a vigorous day for both of us. ‘What do we do now?’ she asked. ‘I guess it’s bedtime,’ I said, remembering her mother asl**p in the living room. ‘No, Daddy,’ she admonished. ‘I mean us.. The room reeked of sex, sweat, and cum, but was empty. She smiled as she realized the girls were both in the bathroom, showering together.After making love with her husband in John’s and Anita’s bed, Caroline and Malcolm had picked up their clothing and walked naked down the hall to their own bedroom. Caroline had showered first, then dressed while her husband washed up. She had slipped on a form-fitting cashmere sweater and a long woolen wrap skirt, along with a pair of stockings and some calf. ’ Horses were everywhere when she was a child. They grazed the fields alongside the roads. People rode them to her high school. Being a girl fortunate enough to be raised out under the open, blue sky of the rural countryside, Kristen had spent her fair share of time on horseback. However, the amount of dressage-obsessed teen girls that she had grown up with was enough for Kristen to assign everything equestrian as the primary target of her teen rebellion. When she turned fourteen, she threw out. I turned the water on and got into the walk-in shower. Lyn stripped her hold ups off and followed. Nick had poured three glasses of Cava, and was idly sipping his, standing in the doorway as he watched us.Lyn poured showergel into her hand and began soaping up my breasts. The nipples were quite erect before she started,but once she started manhandling them they were painfully hard. She was holding and massaging them more than actuallywashing. I absolutely forgot Nick was watchingI pushed her.