She had seen enough "after school specials" and had had been provided with sufficient health-class warnings to know that the molestation was not her f...ult, and any guilt associated with the incestuous aspect of this experience rested squarely on her Dad.Certainly, several months ago, when her breasts had started to sprout and her hips had begun to take on their first real swell along the path to womanliness, she had enjoyed shaking her bottom in front of her father, the only male in the house.. They had a certain schedule. I would get to fuck Traci one night, then Dee Dee the next night, followed by Cee Cee on my last night. I was sorry to be discharged but Traci made sure to ask my wife again if she could visit me at home. My wife assured her that she was always welcome in our home.I rested for a couple of days at home but I really missed all of that special attention that I had received while there.One evening the doorbell rang and my wife got it. I saw Traci standing in the. The lace of her bra from her other, covered one chaffing his cheek. ?Suck it?.There's no real way out... even if he bites she'll love it, he knows that too well. So he laps at the nipple greedily with a moan. Her pussy feels too good, he starts to try and wiggle to some how get his cock to it but she has him too well pinned.She can feel him starting to throb so she eases back and pops that other breast out. They sit up on that white bra and she some how looks even more naked then if she had no. ”“No, Brad. You didn’t make me feel SEX. You made me feel love. And happiness. And joy. I saw your face while we were playing. It wasn’t about sex. You wanted us happy.”“I admit that. And playing in bed with you makes ME really happy.”She smiled. “Good sex. Good good sex. But we didn’t just do it ALL the time. Seriously ... We read. Didn’t even turn the stupid TV on.”“If I turn the TV on in here, it’s usually background noise, or something I can eyeball every now and then to give my eyes a.