Liz began rocking slowly and nervously over her Dad’s hardening cock. He tried desperately to push her away but she clung to his neck."No. Liz, no, ...or God’s sake no sweetheart, please keep still. What’s happening to me is wrong. Forgive me. I can’t help it. You are so soft and beautiful but you’ve got to stop before it’s too late," Doug begged his daughter.Liz held tightly onto her father, "I just want to make you feel better, Daddy." Pausing for a moment she pushed her bottom down harder onto. Bolton, who continued touching my bottom for a few more moments before she stopped and slowly got up from the comfortable leather armchair. She smiled at the two women on the sofa, ironing the creases from her ankle-length skirt and red, long-sleeved blouse before taking my right hand in her left and carefully turning me before leading me over to where Auntie Wendy had placed the dining room chair.Mrs. Bolton said nothing as she let my hand go and then sat down on the high-backed padded leather. "How are you feeling?" she asked."Kinda tired," Emily said. "And my belly's a little sore. I've never really had anything up me before, except, uh ... Adam." Emily blushed and both girls giggled.Emily sat down, unsnapped her shorts, and rubbed her stomach. She tried to look at herself, but the view was obstructed by her jiggling breast."Damn tits," Emily said. "I guess they aren't all good." Just wait till they plump up with milk," Stephanie said. "I haven't seen my toes in months!" Both girls. This store always has a good summer collection. Last year’s was fantastic, really.”While Donna reluctantly checked some blouses, Ms. Brendan went frantically through the whole collection, picking up blouses, t-shirts, skirts, panties, everything. A sales lady came practically running to help her out.“She needs a new style, you see,” Ms. Brendan explained to the sales lady when they approached Donna with a bunch of clothing. “So we just have to try them all, see which fits best.”“Cutty, dear,.