I frantically licked and sucked on the tangy-smelling wet spot while playing with my cock. And then I came, squirting a huge load into my underwear.**...**The following day, Linda came in wearing a nearly transparent clinging white blouse with several buttons undone. She was bra-less, and the cleavage she showed went almost to her nipples.For her lower body she wore those kind of pants that look like sweat pants, but cling so tight that they might as well be lingerie. As she walked into the room. “Really, I’m not having you on, she’s quite the little slut herself, I saw her being fucked a few times and she loved it, in her ass too, and once, only once mind, she was getting it from a man and his wife, she was being fucked in the ass and eating the woman out and by the looks of things loving every second of it, bet you never guessed she liked both did you, I reckon you could get her to be just what you want her to be for you, imagine her being your slut, having her fuck woman or other. But now it was serious: God, please help me stop thinking of Emmie's breasts. And her shaved pussy. Please help me stop masturbating every night thinking of my daughter's naked body.And I was. I was visualizing sex with Emmie every single night, masturbatiing myself to at least one explosive orgasm every night. Sometimes two. But the prayers seemed to help after a while. I finally felt that I was gaining some control.On a Friday night, Emmie had Teresa and Tommy over to the house. They were. ?She smiles slightly as there is the tiniest breeze- the barest breath of fresh air. ?There’s a picnic table up ahead and she climbs on it, kicking off her purple flip flops. ?Long pale legs almost glow in the dim light. ?She’s not had much luck getting any colour this summer but that’s nothing new; being a redhead generally prohibits golden tans. ?She has a smattering of freckles over her face and some more dotting her cleavage. ??Each freckle is a kiss from a fairy?.Her mother used to tell.