Then I feel her move again; she is exploring me with her butt. I have one hand round her back, one hand across her lap, underneath her half open coat....My right hand is close to her left breast, and her imperceptible squirming has brought my fingertips into contact with the swelling undersurface of that exciting mound.In the dark I kiss her ear lobe gently and she snuggles closer to me. I get a little bolder and start to caress her breast through her sweater. "That's nice," she whispers, so I. I know you’ve been watching me from the window, and it turns me on to know that you're hot for your little girl." I was inches away from him now, and I started running my hands over his strong shoulders and arms. The poor man was being tortured! Here was his only child, naked before him, practically begging to be fucked. Dad was as still as a statue, every muscle rigid, his eyes unable to look into mine. I ran my hands across his chest and around to his back, delighting at the feel of his skin,. ?Thank you my Lady.? he could barely answer in a whisper. Collecting himself he brought a trembling right hand up to embrace his rock hard manhood. In reality, it had been well over seven weeks since his last release, and almost six weeks from the time before that. It had become apparent that the intervals between such allowances for all of them appeared to be growing longer and longer. But he had no right to question, only to be ever grateful for whenever and whatever reward his Lady might. “Mm sweetie, your lips are so soft…” he says. “Here… come sit by me.”As Taylor sits down Martin guides her to his lap and starts to kiss his daughter again and play with her breasts as well. Becoming more and more aroused Taylor starts to moan softly against her daddy’s lips starting to get a little scared, she tells Martin.“There’s nothing to worry about honey,” Martin soothes. “It’s perfectly natural to feel what you’re feeling right now. Why don’t you stand up and take off your.