"She looks nothing like Barb," I thought carelessly.I was momentarily disturbed by my thought of Barb. What would she think if she were alive? Hell, t...is wouldn't be happening if she were alive. But that was the point -- I no longer had Barb, and Amanda no longer had Trey. We needed each other."Daddy, are you okay?" Amanda asked.I moved to her. I placed my hands squarely on her shoulders and looked into her eyes. "I'm fine, sweetheart -- and so are you. You are FINE in every way -- you are. But her fingers in my hair kept my face pointed higher. “Answer me, girl!”I don’t know why, but her calling me “girl” sent a chiill down my spine. Here I was, wearing her slip and panties and garter and stockings… my hair was longer than a lot of the girls I knew (remember, this was the early 70’s)… I didn’t have much of a beard or much body hair… so I knew I looked fairly feminine. I’d looked at myself in the mirror, trying to imagine myself with some make-up, maybe some earrings. Hell, I. I carefully withdrew from her and started thinking of my next move, but all the things that had happened were probably a bit too much, and I fell asleep.I woke up when I felt the bed move. I was sure I looked a bit startled when I noticed naked Amy crawling into the bed with me and Ruth. She looked a bit uncertain when she saw that I was awake, but I made sure that I gave her my goofy smile when she settled on the bed next to me. At some point, Ruth had moved to the side, and now I was. Barb’s fingernails were digging into his back, her tongue was fucking his mouth and her cunt was squeezing his cock. They soon had a hard, rocking rhythm going and they grunted into each others’ mouths.The legs of the sofa were squeaking with each of their thrusts. The back of the sofa was tapping the wall a split second after each squeak. Their low moans played bass. And Barb’s bracelets and bangles rattled, adding percussion like a tambourine.Zach fucked her hard, slammed his dick deep inside.