I was quickly learning that jeans made me hornier because of their restrictions. Then I heard those beautiful words slamming into my ears. Ohh daddy, ...nna sighed, the springs in her mattress squeaking as if she was pushing her hips with extra force. My mind reeled with thoughts of what this could possibly mean: did she want me? Was she really fantasizing about me? Did the word have no connections with me? Did my daughter want me? I could not tell you what forced me to do what I did next, but I. As horny as I was & as wonderful as his warm mouth & soft lips were I wanted to look around. Wondering if I’d regret that decision I went out & into the bi tranny porn cinema. One olde guy in the back lounge with his cock out rubbing it madly. I sat next to him & watched the screen, he was a talker & started chatting about the TS on the screen & the guy she would fuck, he commented on her suspenders saying he liked the black ones, smiling I asked if he’d like to see my new ones... eyes wide he. “What were you doing while you watched us?” I asked Kara, beginning to breathe a little rapidly myself now. “Were you masturbating then as well?”Kara’s chin dipped minutely in the affirmative. She gripped the front of my robe in two small fists, pulling me incrementally closer. I took a hand off her head and tenderly ran the back of my knuckles over her cheek, stroking her soft skin.“Oh, baby - you should have let us know you were there.” I said my voice heated and low. Kara was starting to. I just laid down andturned over and curled up crying until I fell to sleep.I woke the next morning still curled up on my bed, but I was now coveredwith my blanket. The sun was peeking through the closed curtains so theroom wasn't too bright. I could see Bill sitting as his desk working onsomething. I was almost hoping he was a dream, but he was very muchreal."Good morning sleeping beauty." Why do you keep saying things like that?" I said with a smile."What, that you are beautiful." Yes, I'm.