She had changed into her nightshirt.She sat down on the other end of the sofa. Brandyscooted over and cuddled with her mom. Bonnie put herarm around h...r. Brandy’s dress rode up further and Icould see her panties. She didn’t seem to care. I justgot this feeling that it was fun sneaking a peek up mylittle daughter’s dress. My cock started to stir.“You’re going to get your dress all wrinkled, baby,”Bonnie told her. “Why don’t you put on your. Then we realized that we were in a parking lot, be it dark, but in a public parking lot, in full view through the windshield and side windows. Luckily her sister’s car was an esteem, plenty of room to move and get out of the view of anyone who may have or would be watching. Quickly we crawled between the front seats and into the rear, continuing where we left off.I slipped my hand under minni’s shirt and teased her nipples through her bra with my finger tips. She almost always wore a front. I texted my Daddy, "can I kiss my gf?" Then waited. And waited. And waited. We both stared at each other, the romantic moment passing by, now replaced with impatience and annoyance. Nothing. Fuck it, I thought. We kissed anyways, in a big embrace: our lips locking, our tongues in each other's mouths. I could taste the mint breath mint in her mouth and smell her wonderfully-fragrant perfume, it smelled like flowers. Our hands explored each other's bodies over our clothes. Then we decided to. I was certain Mrs Spencer would blame me for what had just happened.But, brow corrugated by her puzzlement, Mrs Spencer said, “Sorry? What for?”“Thuh-this,” I stammered, eyes on the carnage.“Oh, Sammy,” Mrs Spencer drawled, apparently amused. “Don’t you worry, my darling. You’ve absolutely nothing to be sorry about. I loved it. I loved watching. Seeing all that spunk…”Mrs Spencer sighed and rolled her eyes in a gesture of appreciation.“if anything,” she went on, leaning in to kiss my cheek. “I.