I could see the creamy sides of my daughter's breasts."Daddy!" my daughter chided, pulling one leg over the other. "It's not a waste of time... beside..., it helps me to relax and let go of all the sexual tensions in my body."Don't get shocked - Amy and I are pretty close for a father and his daughter. She is nineteen, I am thirty-eight. My wife is a sales rep in the city, and her work takes her away from the house from seven to seven. Fine by me, because I like to ogle my daughter as she prances. The TV crew and news paper editor were present, all the folk who had helped in one form or another was there. Monsignor Rossi was there on behalf of the orphanage.I had asked Bruno to make a speech on my behalf, I'm no great orator and he could cover all the aspects that I would overlook."People, on behalf of Jim I would like to thank all of you for helping to build this cabin for the kids. You have given labour and materials, you have assisted in many ways to bring this project to fruition.". "Ugh, yes..." Turn around. Look at me," Johnny commanded. Johnny's hand drifted downward to her lightly hairy bush, rubbing it. He had her taste her beautiful juices before entering her again."Ugh..." Yeah, you're so damn sexy," Johnny said in a low lustful growl, penetrating her in a faster pace. Her breasts bounced at a quicker pace. Johnny was in a daze looking at her."Ugh, ugh, ugh... oh, Johnny. Oh, fuck, Johnny..." Shit, I'm coming. I'm coming... ughhhh!" Johnny moaned while he came. My emotion made the kiss more than a peck. When my arms were around her, I realised I wasn't touching her frumpy housecoat, she was only in her nightie. When we broke the kiss - which mum had joined in with! - I looked at her properly. It was a full nightie, no flesh below the neck, or above the feet, on show. What it did show though, was the outline of a pair of full, firm breasts, with fingertip sized nipples pressing against the material! At that point, I was only wearing a t-shirt and boxer.