At 9am, someone is knocking on the door. I am so tire the night before so I didn't get up, instead, I asked my wife to open the door. She lazily wal...ed downstairs without changing her nighties. You can peek through her dress and she is not wearing a bra, just a red bikini panty. You can freely see through that night gown her shape and even her pink nipples.I am waiting for my wife to return to our room because I know she too is tired of what we had the night before. But a few more minutes. ”“Yes, sir, I do believe you are right.”The alien attackers were boring in on the capital ships of the 6th but were now coming into range of the Heavy Fighters who opened up with their modified dispersion beams. It was immediately obvious that the beams worked, though the armour on the attacking vessels was both thick and tough. Still, the Heavy Fighters moved in taking several casualties in doing so until it was clear that they’d breached the hull of the attackers and then they used a. She did have to smile at the look on his face, a mixture of shock and desire that warred for supremacy. He was a willing participant for sure, but she had initiated the whole sexual escapade. Looking at the clock, she realized that she had never set the alarm (of course not, she had fallen asleep on the sofa). She had to check on the experiment, see if the latest formulation had worked or not. Jumping in the shower, she washed the dried remains of the previous evening off. Putting a minimal. She was moist there, and my heart hammered frantically as I allowed the tip of my index finger to slip inside her. Becky tore her mouth from mine, gasping, "Oh! Oh, Mom yeah, that feels incredible..." I continued to press my probing digit into my daughter's body, feeling her writhe against me, panting furiously. I hadn't known for sure whether Becky was still a virgin or not, but my finger slid all the way into her, no hymen to obstruct me. Dazed, I wondered if a boy or another girl had been.