He would be golfing and I would be spending the afternoon getting pampered at the spa.We sat for a while as Michael admired all the sexy young women i... bikinis. He admired, even more, the ones who had forgotten the top part of them. I didn’t mind. It would get him even hornier than usual and that would benefit me later tonight.“It’s not fair, you know,” I said teasingly.“What’s not fair?” Michael asked.“It’s not fair that you get to see half-naked women on the beach and all the men have. Now it was my turn to be surprised. “What?”“Don’t you think I’m pretty, daddy?” She asked.“Of course, I think you’re the prettiest little girl on the planet.” I answered.“And sexy?”“Well, um, you are my daughter.” I fumbled.“I need to know, daddy. Be honest with me.” She insisted.“OK, if we are going to be completely honest, then yes, I do think you are incredibly sexy.” I said after a few seconds of thought.“Then it makes you hard when I do this?” She asked as she shimmed, making her firm. I was thrilled to have finally touched a girl's pussy and thought she was going to leave. But she then she cupped the crotch of my briefs and shyly stroked up to my chest. My whole body shivered but her eyes never left my crotch. She had set the rules about her shorts staying on, but not mine. By now, I was in utter agony and in need of release. If I had to, I'd use my own hand to finish myself off. I didn't care. I quickly slid down my briefs and kicked them off. She didn't move nor take her. Donna called them in and they came upstairs to prepare. Moving out onto the landing the furniture we couldn’t move ourselves until the room was empty.Donna asked them if they would like a drink and they said they would. Fifteen minutes later she went upstairs with two mugs of coffee. As the workmen had begun tearing up the old carpet she gave them their coffee’s and stood in the middle of the room. The two men sat on the floor. She was wearing a black skirt and a summer white top.As they were.