”“That’s impossible, baby, you know that,” he told her as he slipped his fingers under her thong and dipped them into the cleft between her ch...eks.“Aren’t I good enough, Daddy?” she mewled as she dropped her leg from between his and placed her hand over the bulge in his pants.“Oh fuck, sweetie, of course you are. But ... but...”“Oh my god, Daddy, your cock feels even better than I thought it would.”“Fuck,” Tom growled. He was completely powerless to push his daughter’s hand away from his. “Sorry,” she said with a grin, apologizing for him to having to see her like that.The son was literally speechless. He heard her bedroom door close. He recalled what her body looked like from that afternoon on the deck and copied it into his current vision of her opening up and dropping the towel to the floor. He was glad she was in her room and would be unable to see him stroll to the bathroom with the growing hard-on in his jeans. Peter was the first to finish getting dressed, donned in a. “So, what if mom walks in?” I asked. “She won’t” said Misha “She’s gone into town and won’t be back till tomorrow night”. “Does she leave you guys alone a lot these days” I asked. “No, we’re not alone anyway, you’re here”. She had a point. “OK, let’s play” I couldn’t believe those words had just left my mouth. I was about to see my little sister and her 15 year old friend naked… Assuming I win of course. We began to play and I could tell right away that they were no good at it but maybe they. Ah well, she’d invited him now – she’d just have to get him out before they came back. The week dragged, and Diane was still a little on edge about inviting Paul. Eventually the days clicked by, and she found herself going through all her clothes early Friday night. Short skirt? Skimpy vest top? ‘Come on girl, you’re not going to a club!’ she hissed to herself. ‘It’s just two people sitting around, talking about music.’ Anyway, Mum’s friends would know something was up if she turned up dressed.