It would have been impossible without physical contact anyway, but Pat deliberately shoved her big arse back a bit and trapped Ian between her body an... the other side of the gangway.For a moment, neither spoke and certainly neither attempted to break the impasse, but Ian's already stiff cock hardened further against Pat's backside."I told you that I couldn't get through," said Ian, still with the glasses held high."Seems you were right, " said Pat, who actually swayed her arse a bit against. But Dad caught me aging near the dressing table."See Cathy... the girls in the photos love what they are doing with their fathers... see how much they love their fathers... they are such good daughters..."I was getting frightened. Daddy had been touching me a lot recently, but now he is hinting at fucking me.He sat on the chair in my room and pulled me onto his lap. His cock felt huge pressing against my buttocks."Dad! Please let me go!" I pleaded, twisting and turning."In a minute, darling.... It was a fairly nice room, nothing extraordinary or luxurious, but comfortable and clean with plush, soft king bed and nice furnishings. Neither of us noticed a single detail of the room as I pushed her up against the wall, one of my hands in her hair as I kissed her fervently, my mouth claiming hers as she so readily yielded to me. Her hands gripped my biceps, feeling the muscle shifting there as I pressed against her. My tongue worked into her mouth, caressing and stroking, swirling, finding. “Do you feel that bump right there?”, she whispered. “Yes, it’s kind of hard.”, I answered. “Yep, that my clit. That’s what I rub to make myself cum. Rub it for me.”, Jessica begged. I began to softly rub it as she directed. She whispered to rub it in small circles which I immediately began to do. She was so wet that sometimes she would make a sloshing sound as I rubbed the wetness around. After about thirty seconds she whispered that I was doing it right and wrapped her arms around my neck. I.