After a quick shower, I headed up to the room and continued on with my project until ten am. I went over to Emma's room and knocked and waited until s...e answered, obviously just gotten up."Sorry to wake you Emma, but you told me to wake you at ten," I said."Give me half an hour to shower and get ready," she said, dressed in a tee-shirt and sweats. "I'll come get you and we can go have some brunch." Ok," I said and went back to my room.I continued to work on my project until she knocked on the. " Then as if reading my mind, she added, "Mary Ann also told me about other stuff too ... you know like uh, masturbating."At these words, my cock more than stirred, it began to harden. Over the years, I found that I became sexually aroused with little provocation when I was high. Now, with my 15-year-old daughter confessing her sex sins to me while I shared my weed with her, it was no wonder that I was hard."When did you start doing that?" Right after she told me about it." And you were only. On my 18th, I invited a lot of my friends around my house for a drink and a celebration. As the party started to flow, so did the alcohol. The party went well into the night with a lot of people having a bit of a romp. At around 3am, everyone had left the house, bar from my friend. Being a gracious host, I offered my friend a room for the night as he was in no state to walk home. He obliged and we went to bed at around 4am.Now, at this point, I should say that I've always been curious about. She suddenly turned and looked at me. “Do you like touching it?”“What?”Her eyes moved fractionally downward. “That.”“Oh. Of course.” It was a source of pleasure. Why wouldn’t I?She nodded. “I like it too.”That surprised me. I hadn’t thought of Zuri having feelings in the same way. “How often?”She shrugged. “Two, three times a day. Whenever.” She bent at the waist, letting the blossoms drift around her fingertips.That about lined up with my own experience. “Show me?”She turned to me and smiled..