..now go home, clean up, and come to my house," she said, "We will finish this properly." I stood in front of her with my erstion throbbing and twitch...ng in the late afternoon sun, and watched her pull her panty and shorts back on, and her camisole down. "Don't you dare go home and jack off...I want you full when you get to my house," she said. She got off her car, kissed me on the cheek, and got behind the wheel. I pulled my briefs and jeans back up, and drove home.I stopped for gasoline and. And we did talk. Dirty. Like we were planning for sex like it was mission impossible.Dad:"Mo p Env bour mo pitin mwa.[i want to fuck my slut]"Mom:"Mo p enV sus so liki mois ossi mais ena dimoune kot nou[I want to suck her pussy too but there is company at home]"My dad turned around to look at me.Dad:"Mo get sa liki la ene kou[let me see that pussy of yours]"I lifted my dress a little and my pussy was already exposed. I spread my legs for him and released my boobs from my dress. Everything that. So, for the next week, I tried hard to make careful sure that I didn't touch my Daughter in any way, shape or form. But it was nearly impossible, considering how much she loved to hug me and kiss my cheek whenever she went to bed or left the house. After that loooooong week of torture, I decided to give up and let things run there course. If I kept on like this, I would just end up exploding in carnal lust. The next morning my shower finally ran hot again. And the following day too, and the. “You never know,” Sue said.Dan said, “Ann’s business has really picked up. She’s done four murals since that article in the New York paper came out.”“Yes, she was telling me that,” Sue said. Ann had gone from barely scraping by to actually earning a decent living almost overnight. She was charging fifty dollars a square foot for a mural. A ten foot section of a wall was four thousand dollars. It sounded rather expensive put that way, but it was actually a bargain. She’d like to see someone.