I squeeze my digits, clasping her breast and pinching Sue's nipple warmly, not tightly. God, I am feeling up my own daughter! Pure heaven.To check on ...ina I remove my face from the nest of Sue's hair. Nina is almost kneeling on the couch. Sue's leotard has been pulled down to below her waist and rests tightly over her tips. My right hand slips from Sue's shoulder to mirror-image my left. It holds her breast, and I gently pinch my fingers together and feel the stiff nubbins of my daughter's. I added make up some jewellery and perfume and walked down the high street to their house.Everything was in full swing, there were more people there than I thought there would be and they had all obviously been hitting the booze.Amid a host of cat calls I joined them, drinking large glasses of a very potent punch and eating burnt unidentifiable food.It didn't take very long and I was merry too.Graham, a guy who lived next door and was recently separated cornered me and moaned on monotonously. There was no love, no anger, no sadness anymore. "Just that. We should never had married." For how long were you married?" Almost three years. Two years longer than we should, actually. We didn't even cheat on each other. We were too tired from fighting with each other. One day I just walked out of the apartment. I went to a hotel, sat in front of the window for most of the night, and we got a divorce." Oh," she said. "It must be awful to go through a divorce." It wasn't much worse than going. I quickly cough to cover up my loud expletive and glance around to see if anybody took any notice. The blonde in front was looking straight at me. Shit! Blondie winks at me and then traces her lips with her tongue seductively. She puts her book on the chair and I notice it to be a famous erotic story. I can’t take my eyes off her as I anticipate her next move. She turns towards the centre aisle and opens her legs just enough for me to catch a glimpse of what’s underneath. She seems totally.