”“That’s it, pretty girl,” the masseuse purred. She leaned over further and licked my daughter’s ear, breasts pressing into Laurita’s back... “Just explode. Like your mother is.”“Yes,” I whimpered. I hurtled towards my climax.My daughter shuddered on the table. She gasped and moaned, her pleasure bursting out of her as wordless gasps. I trembled, my pussy clenching around the tongue probing into my depths. Hot lips worked against my labia.Laurita cried out in her climatic rapture. My daughter. Today would have to be the last I ever fucked her.I felt a little strange realizing that. She had been my steadiest fuck. I had never loved this woman, but a small part of me had come to care for her in a way. I had meant it when I said I would still protect her. But fucking her no longer pleased me, and worse, it made me think of my dead wife and after that lovely face faded, an alive one, warm and pleasant, rose through my mind’s mists and took central place. My daughter’s.It was hard enough. Enjoying a carry out meal and watching a DVD. Her 2 daughters Emma and Sarah were friendly if a little cold.Emma the youngest was 11 and spent most the time close by her mother. Her large brown eyes watchful. Sarah was more open but around less often. “She's dating now” Hazel would explain with a shake of her head. I would think a lot about Sarah dating. There was little doubt she was a very attractive girl. A little overweight perhaps but blessed with a perfect complexion, a natural tan and a. Some of Bev's talks with Kirsten were responsible for our great sex life. We were both virgins when we married and for the first six months of our marriage it was strictly missionary position; five or six times a week, two or three a night, but always missionary. Then Kirsten came home from Bev's one day and said:"Why don't we try this. Bev says its great" and doggie style was added to the mix. Next came oral and then anal followed by sexy lingerie and 'come fuck me' pumps. I had a lot to thank.