It's a bit too... open.” You look down at me, and the lust I feel is reflected in your eyes. I feel your hand shift it's position from around me to ...race my curves under the fabric of my dress. My skin tingles as your touch lingers, leaving me wanting more. I feel your hand linger at the hem of my dress, brushing against my lower thigh. Your hand reaches under the skirt and I can feel your fingers gently dancing up my skin. “Mel,” you say with urgency, and I meet your eyes again. “Are you sure. "Bob looked up with a smile, dabbing his face with a clean white clothnapkin he looked directly at her, "That's great! I'm glad to see you'vecome to terms with yourself, Mike."To her horror Missy recognized what they where talking about. Assubmissive as she was she couldn't let it stand. But her little girlresistance was weak at best and spoken in a passive whisper, "Bruce wenever talked about..." Bunny! Shut up." she was cut off.Bob continued on, "You know Missy, or is it 'Bunny' now, I knew. We went to her bathroom where she took her top off, I stupidly said Amy what are you doing? She said dad you can see anyways, and I had to laugh sometimes being a dad is so strange. then she asked me to take my trunks off, I said no she said "dad I've never seen a man before, mom will never know." I thought well it's just a look and I've seen her. While I took my trunks off she removed her bottom. I don't know who was more excited, judging by my raging hard on I guess it was me, but Amy was. "Whoa, I didn't think you were this sensitive. Her face was turned away, hiding in embarrassment. "Aww come on, stop being so shy." I placed my hand on her cheek, and turned her head to mine again, and leaned in for a kiss. Our lips locked and tongues met again. While kissing her, I reached my hand down to her left breast and began groping it, kneading it like dough. Moans of pleasure were mixed in with her heavy breathing; I began to intensify my kneading a bit, squeezing and caressing her.