She returned in a couple of minutes, her cheeks flushed, her blue eyes shining.“Have you ever seen such a cute sight?” she asked.“Cute wasn’t ...he word that jumped to mind. More like, Holy cow that’s sexy!“Cara slinked up to me, pressing herself against me. “Is it wrong that it turns me on? Is there something wrong with me that I wanted to eat her out, taste you? What have you done to me, Dad?”“It’s in the jeans,” I told her.“Inherited,” she agreed.“No.” I grinned, “It’s in the jeans ... my. Jenny's breathing was quickening over so slightly. I paused my hand at the top of her pants and put one finger under the elastic. I looked at Jenny's eyes, and I noticed her eyes were pleading to go further. I leaned over and kissed her again. Slowly, I enjoyed her tongue and wet lips. I moved my hand back to her breasts. I stroke her breasts and flicked her nipples gently.I kissed her again and then moved down slowly, kissing her chin, shoulders, her neck, and then finally down to her nipples.. Homicide Captain Dave Jennings was one of the few local officials who willingly cooperated with the Feds. Daddy had told me, more than once, “The FBI is a resource, a useful tool. Fuck who gets the credit, solve the fucking case.”Morristown had personally, against regulations, gotten Daddy an FBI profile of a vicious sadist, Hugo Blenheim, a couple of years earlier. I had met Morristown a few times at my parents’ house, but he did the favor for Homicide Captain Dave Jennings, not me.Morristown. "What do you think, Ginge. Red or silver?" Thi asked."Oh, silver, definitely. I have just the thing." Ginger turned to the closet.Thi started stripping Bailey, pulling the t-shirt up and the shorts down. "Shoes off! And look at this underwear! That's gotta go, you'd never see that at a party." Hey, wait, what the hell is going on?" said Bailey. She tried to hold onto her bra, but Ginger went after her panties. When she let go of the bra to defend lower down, Thi got the garment to start down.