Lydia ran her hands over mine and through my hair while I was sucking her husbands cock, alternating flicking it with my tongue and working it with my...hands and tickling his balls. Every part of my body had a hunger to wrap around or enter into a part of one of theirs, or be entered into and I couldn’t tell which part needed attention more, my hands, my tongue, my breasts, my thighs or my pussy. I looked up at Lydia and I could tell she was dying to have a piece of her husband, so I moved from. She’d seen how excited I was and she wanted to leave me in suspense. I tried to play it as cool as I could. Occasionally I would try and use the base of my beer can to subtly push my erection between my legs and a little more out of sight. It was no use. He would just spring back up again like an overexcited puppy.Finally, she finished her can of beer. She crunched the can up and threw it down. She was sat cross-legged in the corner of the room. She began to crawl towards me. As she did so, she. Her bikini bottom had ridden up over her butt cheeks, leaving her creamy white, perfect little ass almost completely uncovered. As usual, I quickly looked away, not wanting to stare at or ogle my daughter, especially partially naked. "Okay Katie, turn around," I said, and I began untying the knot, which seemed to be tied so securely that Houdini would have had trouble with it. Quickly the knot was free, and I told my daughter to change into something rated at least PG-13 as I left her room.. ’ That startled me, and instantly, various scenarios filled my mind… She had been arrested and was expected to report to a court in New Jersey in a few days. She had recently become pregnant. She had totaled her car and had not yet told me. She had killed someone. She had been diagnosed with a fatal illness… ‘I can’t promise that,’ I responded, ‘but I can promise that my love for you will never change.’ Another long silence passed between us, with Enya once again providing the buffer. ‘I’m.