Grant had already arrived. I know I should have been flustered and even a little frightened, but I couldn’t be. I had this warm, insular feeling of ...nticipation that settled itself into my joints. Nothing could have ruined that feeling. Or so I thought. Beside me my boss rose to his feet and I quickly did the same, turning in preparation to meet our client. The smile I had affixed to my face slid off and probably rolled under the table as I found myself staring into a pair of entrancing black. Changing schools every year was bad enough. She didn't want to do college that way. Her part time job at the flower shop had all but dried up. Their kids had come home from college and were making all deliveries during the busiest time of the year. Jenny and I were going to try to talk her into going to KCC next year. She could ride up with Patti or me. Misty would graduate in June and I would be able to use my sponsorship for her now that I knew about it. It would be a good discount to. ) Masturbating with your own daughter caught me by surprise. Id never even thought of such a thing. I had girlfriends who I fingered myself with as a teen, but my daughter? The reaction I had shocked me. I got a big shot of arousal when she said that. It was dark in there but we could see a little from the street light. I reached down and took my panties off and took my top off. Trisha did the same. Us both being naked just made it all the more exciting. I pulled my knees up and put two fingers. There was still no traffic in sight. I stood up and started back toward the house. One of the neighbors near the corner hadn’t mowed their lawn in a while and the grass was maybe eight inches tall. I stopped and lay down in the tall grass, rolling around a few times. The soft blades felt like tiny fingers on my bare skin. I sat up onto my knees, spreading my thighs as much as I could, opening my pussy lips to the tickling grass. I wiggled my butt around trying to get as much contact on my clit.