Jaq told me that he had twice cum in her willing pussy and also over her lovely titties. My cock was now aching and needed some attention. Jaq decided...that I should clean her up for agreeing to let her son's friend shag her. I was not going to argue and got to work. I started licking her beautiful tits, the cum still not dried. Mark's young cum tasted very sweet and I lapped away at her tits until she was satisfied they were clean. Her pussy was next. Jaq positioned herself on her knees and I. My lust only slightly abated. “Father?” The voice comes out of the dark. I roll over sleepily. Outlined in the moonlight was Abigail. Standing nervously next to my bed. “What is it...honey?” I ask. Still a little uncomfortable with our relationship. “I saw you.” She whispers. “What do you mean?” A shiver of fear runs through me. “You were watching mama and me. Bathing. Weren’t you?” Oh crap. “I...uh...” What do I do?She crawls onto the big bed. “It’s ok. I won’t tell.” She sits near to where I. Closing the bedroom door would turn on a small light bulb placed in the corner of my office window that faced the street.Rather than traditional night stands next to the big bed, the furniture consisted of two, 78” tall vertical towers, connected by a lighting bridge spanning from one to the other. Each tower had glass display doors in the top section. The portion at bed level had solid doors. Behind those doors were stereo speakers that faced directly toward the place your head would be as you. His eyes dipped, to take in rounded hips. He couldn't tell about her waist, because the shirt hid that. He looked back up to find her staring right at him. Busted! She started toward him."Mr. Thurlow," she said, approaching him."Bob," he said, automatically."Bob," she said, almost patiently. He expected her to say something about him ogling her, but that didn't happen. She was direct, though."Forgive me if I don't exhibit excitement about my son entering that phase of his life that is being.