It was a very chaste two-piece pink suit that showed about five inches of stomach but not much else. I also noticed how firm and bouncy my sister's br...asts were, and how her nipples seemed to poke out a little through the material."Well, if you want me to be honest, it's kind of uncool. It's like what a nun would wear. Guys want to see a little more of a girl in a bathing suit; a little here, a little there; you know."She pondered for a moment, then glided over in the water near me. Standing up. I stroked her knees, almost speechless with a father’s mix of love and lust. Ashley stared intently at my cock, as though wishing alone could make me come. I stroked the inside of her thighs. My cock pulsed. “Look, Daddy, that guy just pulled out and is going to come on her ass.” I turned my head and we both watched. When he did spurt on the girl’s butt and much of her back, I felt Ashley flinch. My cock wanted to be rubbed or sucked . . . any kind of contact would help. “I don’t think this is. We often get coffee and sit outside alone to talk. At first it was about work, the role, upcoming challenges, but slowly it has turned to more personal topics about life, family, experiences, aspirations. These gestures in themselves are not overly exciting, but I've found that my heart has started racing when I hear the familiar knock on my door and I am practically living for our coffee catch-ups. Today I had a conference meeting. Alex was lecturing and he asked me to join the conference on. I'm invoking New Year's Day rules here, Mister." Yes, Ma'am," I said. "I'll be good. Did you call about the house?"Carrie's mouth dropped."No, Mike," she said. "I did not call about the house. I had a few things on my mind while you were sleeping." Oh," I said. "OK. Well, maybe you should do that tomorrow." It can wait," Carrie said."What house?" Kelly asked.I had figured that Kasey had filled her mother in."Oh, Carrie and I looked at a house the other day," I said. "It's a nice one. I just.