When I awoke the next morning, Ken was gone, but all his gear was there, so I figured he had gone down for breakfast, or coffee. I got out of the bed,...made my way to the bathroom, turned the water on, took a leak, and stepped into the shower. I lathered myself up from head to toe, stepped out of the flow from the shower head, and was enjoying the feel of the spray from the shower head, and the feeling my hands were causing as I bathed my genitals. It was funny how I could become aroused so. It was a Sunday morning, one of the few days when we were actually all home together. I'd gone down stairs to the laundry room to wash some dirty clothes of mine, discovering that the girls had left some of their laundry sitting in the dryer. I was used to doing Christy's laundry from time to time, as it was easier and more cost effective to add some of her things to mine. But as I pulled out several bras, and the skimpy kind of panties I'd never seen Christy wear before, I felt a little weird. That's why I think we should just go to sleep now, and talk about it again in the morning. Is that all right?" Okay, Daddy. As long as you're not mad at me. I couldn't stand it if you were." I'm not mad at you, so you don't have to worry about it." Daddy?" Yes, sweetheart?" Would you do me a favor?" Sure." I want you to say something. Say, 'I love you. Good night.'" I love you. Good night," he repeated."Thank you, daddy. I love you too. Good night."He awoke to the feeling of sweet, loving lips. Kim.”“What type of college do you attend?” panted Miley. “I didn't have a futa-teacher to fuck me.”“Washington College!” she shouted. “Go Pussycats!”“Wish I went there,” Miley said.“I did,” June moaned. “But we didn't have futas back then.”I slid my hands down her body, reaching her skirt bunched about her waist. I pushed it up higher, finding the hem of her dark tights. I tugged those off, licking my lips. I hungered for another thing to do with my daughter.Yunjin smiled at me, lifting her ass.