He could expertly edge me to orgasm, over and over, bringing me to the point of begging him to make me cum. As with most boys I assume, I was curious....That’s how I even got to this point in the first place. I began to get bolder and want more. Within a few afternoons, I was touching his leg or arm in appreciation as he pleasured me. Then, as if by instinct, I nervously moved my hand to his hanging cock and balls. That’s all it took, I was hooked. He felt so amazing in my hand, his veiny shaft. I then began to slide her skirt off of her, and was shocked to find my darling daughter not wearing any panties. She took care of herself though, I noticed as I took in her bush, trimmed and shaped into a gentle V. Lifting her up once again, I slid the shirt over her head and laid her back down on the bed. "Daddy?" she whispered, and I froze, knowing that she would think I was a horrible, dirty old man. "Will you lay with me, and hold me? Like you used to when I was little?" I felt a stirring. " The water was up to the tops of her shoulders, so her breasts were submerged and out of sight."Now how about if you just take off your top?" I was hoping she would buy into the illusion that her bare tits would be somewhat safe from view if they were underwater, and I was right. I watched her as she awkwardly reached behind her back and unclipped her bra top. She brought her hands forward, and removed the top with one smooth motion, and boldly threw it on the pool deck behind. Leaning slightly forward towards the sink, I had the most incredible view of her pussy pressing slightly downwards, her buttocks (firm as ever) and her tiny butt hole (which I discovered during a previous encounter was very sensitive and definitely needed some exploring – although she would not agree to this point)I started blowing up her right leg, very slowly and very softly from ankle, over calf, to the knee. Over the knee onto the knee muscle – and the leg broke out in goose-bumps (which.