Was this it? Was she going to fuck him now? Without a condom?The questions moved to the back of my mind as I watched her sit up next to him and lift...off her top. She reached behind and unfastened her bra, letting it drop to the floor atop his shirt. The metaphor wasn't missed by me.His hands ran up her bare stomach and closed softly around her tits. She grinned at him, playfully shaking them a bit in his hands. She leaned in and kissed him again before sliding down his body, her nipples. They would have eventually gotten to her also. It was getting close to 5pm, and they were both drunk, she worse off than he was. They both had admitted that those strong feelings still existed. She had forgotten everything, and it was as if they were the only two people who existed. They were both feeling the effects of the alcohol, and when he leaned and kissed her, she didn’t object. The kiss began slow and soft, and then it turned more passionate. It was as if they were both starved and only. As I thought...this daughter was wet through.Reluctantly I left his cock and placed his wrists on the arm rests and tied the cables. Not too tight but tight enough. His dream had evidently moved on, his erection now subsided. I took the keys easily this time.I had never really looked at dad before. I mean as a man. He was quite good looking I suppose, nicely toned body - he plays golf almost every day. I wheeled the computer chair back a few feet and sat on the edge of his desk facing him. Yes. I set to work to open this, my fingers revelling in the touch of Leah's dainty linen. Soon it also was open and thrown back - and then, right before my eager eyes, lay the snowy expanse of Leah's bosom, her breasts being visible nearly as far as their nipples!'Oh! ... oh! ...' she moaned in her distress, flushing painfully at this cruel exposure. But I was too excited to take any notice; my eyes were riveted on the provokingly lovely swell of her breasts, exhibiting the valley between the twin.