We met afterward and had lunch before going grocery shopping and then to the garage to pick up her car. Over lunch, she invited me to dinner at her pl...ce the following night.As a widower living on TV dinners and sandwiches, I jumped at the opportunity. Besides she was a very attractive woman near my age, well, perhaps within ten years or so of my fifty-something. I arrived promptly at six as arranged, with a nice bottle of red wine under my arm.She met me at the door and accepted the wine with. "Could you wash these too, please?" she said. "I forgot that my cheeruniform needs washing. So here it is. Just make sure you wash it ondelicate and lay it out flat to dry. Don't use the dryer for it. OK?" Hewas speechless as she handed him the gorgeous outfit that he had seen herwear just yesterday. He stood there transfixed as she handed him firstthe little half-tee shirt top and then the cute pleated short skirt. "Oh,and also these things that I wore under it. I hope you don't mind." Asshe. I froze there, suddenly afraid I'd wake her and have her discover my hand in the wrong spot. I could tell she wasn't wearing a bra and I could feel the warmth of her through her tee shirt. It might have been curiousity or my own selfish motives but I gave her breast a gentle caress, I felt the firmness of her and at the same time was aware of her delicate softness. I realized this was my daughter and moved my hand off her. I gave her a nudge and although I meant it to be innocent the Freudian. This was a first. To this point Angela wouldn't even look at porn with two women kissing. Dani shifted her hand and my wife's hips so I could see the two fingers buried up to the knuckle in her pussy. My wife's eyes were rolled into the back of her head while she moaned.Dani smiled at me as my wife bucked on her hand. With her free hand she reached to the small of her back and unzipped her skirt. As her husband was transitioning back to sucking my cock, she shimmied out of her skirt to reveal.