”Now my mind was flooded with questions for Beth and tried to think of a way to ask her a question that would probe her interest. I knew this would ...elp me get into her pants this particular evening, and after chatting about it we started playing under our blanket.After a few minutes of touching each other, and gathering se courage, I came out and asked her specifically.“Beth, if you could have an incestual relationship, whom would it be?”“My uncle Steve, without a doubt”, she said with no. I knew that picking him up again had beenthreatened, he had said it on Sunday, but nothing had been said aboutbeing dressed and in reality, I had hoped that he might have just givenup and forgotten all about Saturday.My mind was reeling and I thought and worried, how could I stop thiswhole nightmare. In the end I decided that there was nothing for it, Iwould have to stand my ground against him and if the worse came to theworse I would have to call his bluff. Yet deep down I knew how much Ihated. And you have such a cute tush that deserves to be petted.”“Mom?” Katerina asked.“Oh, are you getting jealous? I’ll pet your ass, too,” I told my daughter. My panties tingled. This was all so wonderful.I shifted over to my daughter and her pink leotard, placing both my hands over her rump. She had a firm tush, my fingers digging into her butt-cheeks. I pressed the stretchy material of her outfit into her crack.My daughter gasped, looking behind her. Her eyes were wide, such a bright shade of. ”“Your things make me feel real good. Sort of sexy, you know?” I know. “Maybe it’s because your bra touches me, like not just on my nipples, especially when I’m putting it on, in places a t-shirt doesn’t. And the panties hold me differently from my boxers.”He’s quiet for a moment. “Like I’m someone else or something. Like I’m outside my body.” He shakes his head. “OK, that doesn’t make sense. It makes me feel things I don’t feel otherwise, and I like that a lot.” He laughs. “It makes me hard,.