Her biting was her response to control herself. we couldn’t go beyond that the first day. I had to go to the bathroom to masturbate. I spilled a hug... load that day.The next day I wanted to go further and was planning a way to sleep in the adjacent bedroom so that we can have some alone time. I was planning to ask her to come silently after everyone sleeps. Both our hearts were riddled with guilt and the feeling of having done something forbidden. The mind was heavy but the magical feelings of. I was sopping wet by nowMy daughter Elizabeth turned at one point in thru movie and said she’d done a scene with a real woman and so fast forwarded it to the scene and so she sat back on the settee with me and settled in to watch it now I have never had feelings for my son/ daughter and never thought this would happen so as the scene continued I was transfixed and in my own world when I turned again to see my daughter had taken off her dress which she had just put on and was now rubbing her. She sits back suddenly, lifting her hands to her hair, untying her hair, shaking it loose. Her hair falling like a waterfall down over her back and strands of it falling on her breasts. Bending down she plants kisses on his tummy, making his muscles convulse in response. Shaking her hair to one side, she wraps her fingers around his rock hard shaft. Bringing her mouth down on him, to envelope it in her soft, warm, wetness. A groan escapes from his mouth. He feels his cock jump at the. "You're hiding something," I accused."I'm not," she stammered. "No secrets. Just some things that are temporally inconvenient." Temporally inconvenient?" An odd phrase. Then I remembered where I'd heard the phrase before. "Oh." I was thinking about the Brady Bunch," she said whimsically.My mind immediately pictured Marsha. I may lust after red-heads and be in love with a brunette, but Marsha was just, well, Marsha."Stop drooling, and wipe that stupid look off your face," Tami commanded.I don't.