My penis was in my daughter’s cleavage as she offered her breasts up to me. It was my daughter’s cream lubed breasts not my hand squeezing and str...king my rock hard shaft with her taut aroused nipples rubbing against my belly. My daughter’s panties hung on my cock tickling my balls were her fingers playing between my legs. When I rammed my penis forward with my semen rising, in my mind I shoved my penis up between my daughter’s breasts till my penis head peeped out above her cleavage, my purple. My sex is exposed, and it is moist and hot and swollen.My free hand is caressing my hungry flesh while the other has the phone glued to my ear.“Evie,” I whisper. “My body needs your touch.”“And mine needs you. Katie, I need you.”“We know it will happen again,” I say, “but for now, we can have this.”She is moaning softly.“I can feel you,” I tell her. “My fingers are touching you – caressing…there.”“Yes…”My finger moves to my clit. I remember how hers felt under my fingers, then under my. He glanced nervously at Darla who had stepped to her mother and was handing her the baby."Do you mind, Mom?" Darla asked."It's up to Joe, not me," Carol said, but her grin indicated she harbored no objections.Despite his nervousness, Joe felt the beginnings of an erection. He watched Darla reach up under her dress and peel off her panties, and blood rushed to his partial erection until it became fully extended."How about you, Joe? Do you mind?" Darla asked as she straddled his thighs.Joe had. ”“10:00 will be fine, John. I was just having a little fun with the two of you.”Paula walked over and hugged her daughter and whispered, “I was tempted to tell him 11:00. Do you think that would be too much teasing?”Sharon just rolled her eyes as her mother winked and headed for the kitchen with a grin on her face.Sharon walked over and grabbed John’s hand to pull him toward the stairs and her bedroom. With a serious look on her face. Sharon tells John, “I really need to get this math done, and.