He'd seen his twin daughters make love. They'd learned from the first Goddess that mother/daughter and sister/sister incest was allowed. But now... No... father/daughter incest was taught, demonstrated so viscerally by Kitty Horne hopping onto her daddy's lap.“Can we sit on your lap, Daddy?” Cindy asked, already taking off her blouse.“Of course,” James groaned. Thank you, Dr. Blavatsky, for ushering in this new age.~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~I groaned as my daughter hopped onto my lap with a. "Oh, all right." By the time the Wench had set the water temperature, Sharon was on her stomach on the table with a towel over her, surreptitiously pressing her mound against the table top.The Wench, however, dispensed with the towel immediately. "That's in the way; besides, we've seen one another." She rubbed Sharon's calves while eyeing the gap between her legs; Sharon's labia were pink, puffy, open, and wet. "So what is Master up to now?" Well, first, he showed me pictures of Nate's poor. The majority of the class is boys, of course. But to tell you the truth, the girls are doing much better!" Jan laughed, taking another bite out of her sandwich."Well, I have quite a few friends who are camermen. There's one boy specifically that I think you should meet. He's the cameraman working on this film we're doing now and it's his first professional job alone. He's only a young boy and he's an excellent cameraman. He might be able to give you some pointers and suggest what you should do. I reached out to touch them and she moved her head toward me, expecting another kiss. I obliged and kissed her again, with more verve this time, twirling my tongue in knots around hers. I continued my venture to feel her breasts. I reached up and placed one hand on each of her sensitive nipples, running my fingers around the perimeter of the soft skin. I felt them as we kissed for while more, then wrapped my hands around her midsection and laid her on her back. I didn’t waste anytime.