Natalie walked past the kitchen and into the room. She was wearing just a black silk camisole and panties that matched. Her strawberry-blonde hair was...pulled back from her face with several bowed barrettes. She stood in front of me, her hands folded in front of her thighs and her eyes on the ground."Daddy, I've been naughty," she repeated.I patted my right knee twice, and she climbed onto the couch on my right side, kneeled over me, and then lay down on my lap, her bottom thrust into the air. He is quite older than I am, and he is one of the very few I feel truly close. So it is Sunday morning, and I am sitting in the kitchen drinking coffee, and trying to wake up...Soon, I know what I'll be doing. It isn't something I might do or will think about doing. It's something that I do every morning he isn’t here, and have to do in the morning.When I awake, the very first cogent, waking thoughts that I have are about him. Through that morning haze of waking up, only those thoughts have any. Since Mindy had also passed out, I took the liberty of massaging my cum into her cheeks, fully enjoying the feel of them. Soft, yet massive, I took my time, stopping about 5 minutes later. I also took the time to cool off. I had never taken off my clothes and was sweating pretty hard.Still a little hard, I thought about giving her a second round, but decided against it. She was passed out cold, and would already be in a world of hurt tomorrow, having gotten 11 inches of me in her recently. What is it?”“OK ... now you promised... (Pause and a sigh) I heard mom ... one night. I thought there was something wrong, so I went down to her room to see what it was. I thought maybe she had hurt herself. Her door was open some and I looked in. Mom was lying on the bed ... naked. Her hands were between her ... well you know. As she was ... doing it ... she was saying ... your name.” Susan buried her head in Tom’s shoulder as he hugged her. He had to choose his words carefully.“Suzy, I don’t.