I smiled at him and said, “Good morning.” In a very sleepy tone, he said, “Good morning,” with his eyes half-closed and head bent down.But the...very next second I saw his eyes open wide. But his head was still a little bent down. He was staring at my milky white thighs. His eyes were fixed on my thighs. He rolled his eyes from my feet up till where my thighs were visible. I felt a little awkward and walked away.I turned to look at him and he was still staring at my legs from behind. Or maybe at. Somehow the "good girl" would not let that final act happen, but tonight it seemed I could let it happen and still be a good girl. Maybe I wouldn't go ALL the places the bad girls did, but I would definitely be going somewhere.We must have spent at least forty-five minutes in the standing foreplay. Matt's shirt was open as was my own, my breasts pressed against his firm chest. I could feel each hair on his chest as my rock hard nipples moved over them and my fingers pressed into the solid flesh. I kept thinking about her until I drifted into a deep sleep. When I woke up my bed was wet. I must have cummed during the night a whole lot! My bed was soaked. I quickly took off the sheets and put them in the washer. When I walked back into my room I saw a note on the desk next to my table. I read it. Did you walk in on me in the bathroom last night? I gulped. Did she hear me? I needed to find out. I burst into her room. My jaw dropped. There again, was my sister, Cassidy, masturbating. This. “Daddy,” I told him, “our past week together has felt like magic to me.”Dad said, “I know, Darling. It has been sheer magic for me, too.”“I hope we can continue to have our special times together the rest of our lives. You’ve shown me how romantic and gallant you can be, not to mention so damned sexy!” I kissed his nose, then his sweet lips. “I have one thing to ask of you, Dad. Would you consider taking another week off to do the same things with Mom?” Dad looked at me. I suppose he was.