I wasted no time doffing my robe, exposing my rock-hard erection. I mounted my daughter and rammed my stiff cock all the way into her. "Unh!" she grun...ed as I penetrated her. It was almost a sound of protest, intentional on her part: she never moaned at the start of a session.As I commenced thrusting in and out, in and out, in and out of her well-lubed seam, I asked her how things were at home with her husband Neil and their two daughters, Vicky and Hanna."None of your business, you fucking. . (again he pointed to the bulge)." Why, daddy?" Then only you'll be close to daddy..." Why?" Because I want to kiss you while we talk... can daddy kiss you?" Yes." She had agreed before that he could kiss her any time."Now sit... so that this (his fingers cupped her crotch to indicate what he meant by this)... oh, you're naked Aisha (his fingers felt her naked cunt through the big split in the middle of her panty)... did you dress like this for daddy?" His fingers kept caressing her naked wet. Returning to the trunk of the car, she sat, legs spread, while I licked her pussy and clit. I paid special attention to her swelling love nub, which was protruding from its little hood. “Oh God. I’m close.” I slid a wet finger over her other hole, running it around the puckered opening, while I sucked her clit into my mouth and massaged it with my tongue. “Fuck, yes.” “Don’t stop.” I could feel her orgasm begin to consume her body, and she began to shake. “I’m cuming. I’m cuming.” I slid one. Even jaded French tourists who had seen naked tits all day stopped and gawked at my wife's gorgeous breasts.But around our own friends Karen is more reserved, and that meant that when we were home she won't show off or tease as much. Sometimes if we're at a bar or an event where we don't know anyone, she'll wear a blouse that gapes open and will bend over a lot and let guys see down her shirt and get a glimpse of her nipples, but usually she's too concerned about her reputation to do anything.