“Yes dear, just like that,” saying so he passionately kissed her and moved his hand to her waist. She was a quick learner. She now kissed his lowe... lip.“This is the first stage. Now, show me your tongue…”“Why?”“Just do what I say. You will love it,” he demanded in a bit. And, when she showed her pink tongue, he couldn’t control it and immediately sucked it like a lollipop.“Babuji…..ah…,” she moaned loudly.“Yes..yes, did you like it?” he asked her panting.“Do it for me too…”And, then she too. This is your daughter, flesh of your flesh, product of your loins. And the more I thought of fresh, the harder I grew.My stroking of her face traveled to her shoulders and side. The gentle caresses turned to a more ardorous insistence. It was as if I were warming her from the chill in the room. There was no chill. The room was burning hot, as it was inside me. Your own daughter! I shifted and cleared my throat in a weak attempt to dislodge this unholy union. She stirred and looked dreamily up. "Okay! We went for a run, then to a new pub by the river. We had a bite to eat then danced to the band." "What were you wearing?" "My short red dress; the one you say shows my knickers!" "Did it show them?" "No. They were in my handbag!" "Did Simon touch you while you danced?" "Yes, his hands were all over my bottom." "What happened when you got home?" “I took him to our room again. We made love for a long time on the bed. The sheets are filthy now!” “Great! Don’t change them,” I. “I wasn’t serious!” “I know, but …,” Vicky tried to defend herself. “But what guy wouldn’t want to wake up like that, right?” The more she considered it, the more it appealed to her. They were back at 1B and Bob was still asleep, his erection straining at the confines of his trunks. Using his sleeping cock to fuck Celeste was even more like using her own; it had a wicked appeal that was stirring the nerve endings in her nipples and making them harden. She looked at Celeste, watching her.