James reached down and lifted his beautiful daughter into his arms and carried her to the bed. Laying her down gently he went and stood at the end of ...he bed to admire the view. James knelt on the bed slowly moving up planting kisses on her ankles, calves, knees and thighs as he reached the top of her thigh he noticed a damp patch on her thong, he bypassed her pussy and undid the laces at the front of her Basque so it fell to the sides revealing her lovely pert boobs sitting on her chest her. It began a week previously, when I was reading a story in one of my magazines about a young lad and his escapades with his sexy older neighbour. By coincidence, or was it fate, as I finished reading the story and was about to put the magazine back in its hiding place, I glanced out of my bedroom window and noticed my neighbour, Mrs. Evans, hanging out her washing. Now I'd never thought of Mrs. Evans as anything but a neighbour, she was at least forty years older than I was and any sexual. I sat on the stairs as far away from the door as I could and unzipped my jeans, looking forward to giving my throbbing clit the attention it needed. I heard the door's infernal squeak and just barely prevented myself from shoving my hand down my pants. Patricia walked into the room. I tried not to scream in frustration. "What's up?" I asked, hoping she'd get the hint and get the fuck out of the room. She just stared at me with scorching brown eyes. After a while I offered, "Okay, you can. Her butt was rounded from squats and other exercises that targeted her glutes and thighs. I had fantasized forever about the feeling of being suffocated underneath her. I constantly thought about how she would taunt me, maybe even flex her strong biceps, or film a video to show to all her friends. Meanwhile, I would me smothered, inhaling the scent of her delicious asshole. I continue rubbing the oil on her, gradually bringing my face closer to her. I want to worship it, just bury my face in.