This is your daughter, flesh of your flesh, product of your loins. And the more I thought of fresh, the harder I grew.My stroking of her face traveled...to her shoulders and side. The gentle caresses turned to a more ardorous insistence. It was as if I were warming her from the chill in the room. There was no chill. The room was burning hot, as it was inside me. Your own daughter! I shifted and cleared my throat in a weak attempt to dislodge this unholy union. She stirred and looked dreamily up. I went into the room next to hers and started to unpack. When I finished I left the room. When I went back into the hallway, I saw that all the doors leading into the great room were now open. I stepped through them and stopped in disbelief. Great room was an understatement for this room. It was huge. Scattered around the room were no less than six couches and an equal number of overstuffed chairs and still the room seemed under furnished. The entire wall across from me was covered with drapes.. Her heat felt animal and dangerous. I kissed between her breasts once and moved to her other breast.I nibbled slightly at Shelly's nipple and she squirmed against me. She pushed me off and nudged her bottom to the floor. I sat up beside her and reached between her legs. A few days of stubble brushed my hand and I wondered how long she had planned this. Her lips looked so different from my ex wife's. Darker, firmer. Maybe a little longer or maybe I imagined it. I rubbed alongside them. Her juice. "Me? Ha. I'm-I'm not jealous. I'm not."I smirk and stand up. Her eyes flick down my body quickly. I roll my eyes. I walk around her desk and she turns to meet me with a curious look on my face. "What are you..."I put my hands on her armrest and lean down until I'm just a little bit above her face. She looks up at me, her breathing getting heavier. "Your jealous."Not a question. It was a statement. She was obviously jealous. She nods her head in agreement as her eyes move down and stops at my.