I had tried putting a finger into my pussy but it hurt too much. I had to make a choice, did I wear the panties or should I give them back to Daddy? �...�Knock, Knock, Knock” I know that is him since I know my Daddy’s knock. “You can open the door Daddy.” I said with a fragile tone. He walked in and he saw me braless, with only the panties on. “Marissa, you look...” “I look like what Daddy?” I said with a frightened tone. “You look amazing baby girl.” “Yay” I said as I became excited! I jumped on. From that day on though I made sure to find time to make myself cum at least once every day and quite often I used that memory of my mom wetting herself in the van as motivation to push me over the edge.It wasn't till my teen years that I found I enjoyed wetting myself. It happened one afternoon in the summer and I had been in my room masturbating. I think I was 15 at the time and I had decided to dedicate this summer to making myself cum as many times as possible. On this particular day I had. He shook his head."Too late I'm afraid Rob. I wasn't going to call the ambulance until I'd seen him. Now all that will be left is for Bill to write the death certificate and to call the undertakers. Rose my dear, go and get dressed and then you can make yourself scarce. If the doctor arrives before you leave then just stay out of sight until you can slip out." Yes sir," said Rose, a little stronger now. "You will let me know about the funeral, won't you?" Yes of course," replied Frank. "Just. ...I started to wank in front of her and she stood and started feeling her tits and playing with her nipples. Then her hand slid down to her pussy and she started to play with it, she poked a finger inside her and she pulled it out and gave it to me to suck off her juices, oh man my cock was throbbing.She knelt down and took my cock in her hand and stared at it studying every vein every inch of it and then licked her lips and went down on me, we knew we were short on time but she needed fucking.