Or me, giving him a blowjob under the table or when we both hide, fucking, bent in the laundry room, wherever and whenever a chance came up."Am I beau...iful, Dad?" I asked him often, flirting with him, fingers caressing his face, loving every moment we shared, demanding his devotion reserved only to me—wanting him, watching him, wooing him—often jealous of my Mom.I tore off my night dress and shoved the softness of my aching tits in his face again, the delectable mounds brushing, melting against. Bambi had watched Raven drop her robe. Her eyes immediately went to Raven's breast to do that comparison that women do without conscious thought. Are her breasts bigger or smaller than mine? Do her breasts droop less or more than mine? Raven was the smallest breasted among the women of the house. She was maybe a large A or small B cup.Bambi then noticed the bruises around her ribs. There was a big bruise in the middle of her stomach. She didn't see any other bruises, but then she couldn't see. She had her cellphone with her if emergencies came up, but Alice assured her that everything would be okay.Alice felt really excited about their coming adventure and by the looks of it, John was just as ecstatic.After Harry and Anna where out of sight, Alice asked, "So, you up for our trip, Tiger?" You bet ya!" an enthusiastic John replied."I already packed the car with everything we need this morning, so we can actually leave right now. Unless you still had something else to take care of,. I found some CD’s on her table and put them on. She appeared to like soft and nice music. It sounded very exciting. I did not recognize the artists and had never heard of them, but I liked the rhythm. We opened a couple of beers and began kissing again shortly after that. After a few moments of caressing her boobs, she put her hand down on my now growing hard-on. She smiled and said: “Oh, God, Andrew! You are hard already.” At that point I reached my hand under her dress and let my hand ride up.