I feel his kisses on the back of my knee, and he moves slowly up my thigh. He licks the crease between my bottom cheek and my thigh and then his tongu... moves toward the center. I am nothing but a puddle now. My body trembles with pleasure and anticipation. It feels like juice must be dripping from between my legs.And then Daddy’s tongue reaches deep between my legs, touching my sex lips before tracing a trail over my pussy and into my bottom. He touches everything, even my little asshole. I. Even when eating dinner at our families house. I would have my hand under the table and touch her thighs and back. I would even drop something on the floor and bend down with my head close to her thighs and slyly kiss them. Or even put my head on her pussy. One of our favourite sex times was when she was asleep. She use to love being woken with me between her legs and vice versa. On occasions we use to agree ask the other if they wake up, or come to bed late, to wake us up that way. If you have. ”“Does she let you…?”“She doesn’t let me,” I said. “She wants me to. That’s why she sucks me, to make me come in her mouth. She wants to swallow my cum.”“Does it taste that good?”“It’s not about what it tastes like,” I said. “It turns her on to do it. It excites her. It’s like she’s in control when she’s doing that. Sometimes she plays with herself while she’s doing it, makes herself come too.”“She must really love you.”I laughed. “No. I don’t even think she likes me very much. We probably. The band, a local high school group, was playing a slow dance when we walked in, so I parked Tami in a chair and took Robbie out on the dance floor. I guess I'm old-fashioned, but I like the slower dances where I actually get to touch my partner. Of course, back in the fourth grade when I'd learned, I thought it was torture.Robbie was a good dancer. Which was no surprise. If there was anything Robbie wasn't good at, I hadn't discovered it yet. And she felt good in my arms as I held her.