She liked painting whatever the hell she wanted. After all, it was a side-line. It was for her. No-one else. So it could be clichéd and obvious and g...ddamn crap but it didn’t matter one bit. The paint wasn’t too expensive, neither were the brushes, or the canvases. But then Lane arrived. And he looked at her half-assed painting of what she would later pretentiously describe as ‘the real version of Los Angeles’ and wouldn’t stop looking at it until he’d looked at her and then seemed torn between. Her movement froze me in my tracks, and all I could do was stand there and watch. Her unfettered breasts quivered slightly with her movement as she placed her shirt on one corner of the blanket. She shimmied out of her tight shorts, pulling her panties down at the same time, and she gracefully shifted her legs over so she could push them down and off. She lay back, propping up her head with her arm, and raised her eyebrows in a questioning look.The spell was broken, and I shucked off my shoes,. I began to stroke his thigh again. His breathing quickened again. Something else quickened too. I felt his cock stiffen and rise up to poke into my hair next to my left ear. Good, I told myself.. Don’t scare daddy. As daddy’s program ended, I felt him reach for the remote. I was afraid he was going to turn the TV off and go to his room to bed. I had to act fast. I rolled over, turning first face down on his thigh. As I continued to turn, I captured the head of daddy’s cock in my mouth and took. .how...I mean...in PJs, underwear..." He said."Well...generally I sleep on my shorts and depending on the heat...on my boxer briefs" I said."Well...I kinda...sleep naked..." he said."I don't mind..." I said falling over his bed, "you could even hug me naked, I wouldn't care" I continued."You swear?" He asked getting undressed."Duh..." I said."Still...I'ma gonna be in my boxers and since we are gonna share the bed..." he said while moving to me."Get your fat ass to the other side!" He said.