Fortunately daddy go most of my back done before I had to stop him and get him to put me back on my back.I sighed and relaxed, my emotions were all ov...r the place, What the hell had I / we just done? He was my daddy, I was his daughter, it was wrong, but it was nice. Should I listen to Trisha and get daddy to do it every day. I was confused and needed to change the subject so that my brain could work on the problem in the background.I looked out of the patio doors, and saw the sun rising over. Bas phir to mam ne khud hi aapni bra kholi or mera mu lekar aapne kamal gora se doodho par laga diya me unke un dono doodho ke sath khelna laga kabi unka nipple aapne datho se daba raha to chus chus orr daba daba ke bura haal kar raha unke boobs puri tarha lal pad gaye fir unhone mere kapde uttare or mere lund ko dekh kar boli kas mera patti bhi mujse roz asa chodta to m bola are mam ham h to kya gam h!..Fir maine unki panti uttari unki chotti si chut se chipki panti uff mera to bura haal ho. I figured my thumb got me in once, surely it will again. And at least saliva could be excused as her own wet juices. After lubing my thumb I placed my left hand onto her left ass cheek (closest to the bed) then gently rested my thumb on her slit. Perfect, I thought. Step one complete. I moved it slowly back and forth trying to lube her tight gap as best as possible. I moved my thumb towards her hole but I could tell it just wasn't ready. So I pulled my hand back up to my mouth and again. Gwen started, trying to find an excuse to get closer to her, “Need help? I took a massage therapy class.”“Sure, go on and sit behind me.”Gwen moved across the room and sat on the beanbag chair, positioning Rachelle in front of her, between her legs. Gwen began to massage Rachelle’s shoulders, loosely d****d by a camisole.Rachelle started moaning, not heavily, but light and almost inaudible. Gwen smiled and let her fingertips make light circles on Rachelle’s neck. Rachelle shivered, and giggled..