"I'm not hungry" her angelic voicewould answer every time we asked her.One night when my wife was out with her friends at a party, my daughtercame to ...e. "Dad, can we talk?" she asked. I was sitting in the livingroom, watching TV at that moment, using my small but growing belly as atable for the remote. "Of course sweetie!" I replied and turned off theshow I was currently watching. My daughter had always been verystraightforward, an ability I myself wished I would have. "I want to bea boy" she. But I thought, what the hell. I walked over to her and just gave her a quick peck on the lips. Wow. Her lips were soft and sweet. Three or four more pecks followed. I wanted more. I held my lips to hers hoping to connect our tongues but she said no, saying that type of kissing was reserved for Bob. Fair enough. I went back and sat on the couch, not to push my luck. But my heart was racing, and cock was jumping. After returning back to normal conversation and normal heart rate, I decided to. "I really don't want to think about a victim number three," she said as he reached under her sink for the dish detergent. Michelle had gotten used to him picking things up behind her. He was a neat freak and didn't even realize when he was doing it anymore. He thought better when he was doing something, anything, sitting drove him nuts unless he was busy. She had gotten used to taking things from his hands, putting them down and watching him pick them up to toss them around again.She was. Martin was asked to go and fetch something from the temporary Maths classrooms, which were portababins out the way of the main school campus. Nonchalantly, he walked in on a group of older lads shagging a girl in his year group Stella. At first he thought they were abusing her but realised (in seconds) as her legs were akimbo spread voluntarily wide apart with one of the lads giving her a proper seeing too. The other lads were in various states of nakedness all wanking as they watched. At first.