She lived hundreds of miles away, so we rarely saw each other, and she was somewhat of a prude and did not approve of my lifestyle. Anyway, she explai...ed that her daughter Amy and her new husband were moving to the town where I lived and needed a place to stay until they could find one of their own. She thought that since I was all alone in my big house, that I could let them stay a little while. I told her that I didnt really know Amy all that well, but that she and her husband were welcome to. Vicky was seen in all sorts of obscene positions and poses…and true enough my right hand would not be idle whilst looking at them in my leisure. I was distracted from the task at hand by the sound of a car pulling into the drive. I rose and went to look out of the window. Now there was a MILF if ever there was one. “Vicky…your mum is here” mum called from the foot of the stairs. “Coming Mrs. Gorman…I am just going to say bye to Ross”. Vicky and Cathy entered my room and approached me. “Tell. When I opened the door and stepped out, my dad was sitting on the phone bench, apparently waiting for the bathroom."Sorry I took so long. I've got a bellyache." Oh, I'm not waitin' on the room, darlin'. I'm waitin' on you," he said with a smile.I took a step toward him and he rose, hugging me to him. I fought back the tears, but they came anyway. For several minutes, he and I just hugged each other. When I stepped out of his arms, he provided a clean hanky and I blew my nose.He chuckled, "Just. The night hides me and yet I feel the heat from his body. I want to tell him what my mind is begging for, but my body is already far ahead of my fantasies. His hands keep touching me. They find places that send waves of sensations thru me yet my mind can’t understand. Each new touch is as if my body has never been explored. Like the ripples in a pond after a pebble has been dropped, the soft touch of his fingers send messages to me pussy. My breasts seem to be swollen, my nipples are now firm.