But do I just want to bend her over the table and mount that tight round ass of hers? The amount of used tissues in the trashcan in my room should ans...er that…I don’t know if it was the taboo of her being my daughter, that I’m maybe a closet-p*******e, or both. But one phrase started it all,“Hey daddy, do you like my new bikini?”I remember it was the middle of spring, and I was sitting in the living room, reading the morning paper. I heard the words spoken as my daughter stepped out from behind. Unfortunately, the book only got worse the longer it went on.“I should have known. The girl falls for her ther****t. Who would write smut about a ther****t, anyway?”“The real question is, who would read it?”I almost jumped out of my seat, not just at the unfamiliar voice, but also at realizing how loudly I had been talking to myself. It was an embarrassing habit.“Do you always eat alone?” asked the man standing over me.I could feel my face turning red, but I managed to keep my composure.. And in bed, his first threesome ever, Sarah and I made love for the first time in over a year, not just had sex that night but made real love the way we used to or at least a reasonable facsimile of the passion we used to feel and the real friendship we still felt for each other. And for a guy, Jorge was okay. He tried to be a gentleman as best he could, and wasn't jealous at all when Sarah and I would get lost in each other.Soon after that Sarah talked him into going to a Virginia Friends. I was getting uncomfortable now, but wanted to delay my flashing a little longer.Cecily stepped closer, clever scheming girl and turned slowly giving me a full review of her lush, heavyweight young body. She knew her stuff teasing and I had a funny feeling she was going to bend double with her back to me. Oo yes please, but she faced me again and started to roll down her thong. She turned sideways as it slid below her pussy pouch and her pubic mound was a lovely full curve at the base of her.