I fumbled with the button and freeing it, the denim was shoved down my legs. His hands cupped and squeezed my ass, pulled me close. I stumbled in the...shackles of my jeans about my ankles, and fell forward against his mouth. Teeth grazed my mound as my hands found his hair again. I ground against his mouth, hips jerking. “Oh! Fuck!” His teeth took hold of the fine wisps of hair in the patch above my mound, along with the cotton that still covered. Caught and held, pulled tight till the skin. Like many times before, I asked her to put some lotion on my back and shoulders. She said of course she would and quickly moved behind me on my lounge chair. She was spreading the lotion on my shoulders and upper back when she said “Aunt Misty, can I talk to you about something?” She is not my niece obviously, but ever since I met her and her mother she has just always call me Aunt Misty. I said, “Of course Jeannie, what is on your mind?” She said, “Aunt Misty, I know my Mom is bisexual.” I. It never entered Gerald's head that he was thinking incestuous thoughts; and even if it had, he wouldn't have cared, for he wasn't a moral person. He was at the most amoral. But when it came to sex, he was downright perverted.It could be said that when it came to his daughter, there were two sides to Gerald Gateson. He loved his daughter as any father does, but gradually, over a period of time, he had become physically attracted to her to the point that he actually wanted to fuck her.His cock. I got up and slipped off my bathrobe and walked to my full length mirror on the door and studied my naked form, it excited me, and even more, knowing Joe was hard for me, so I went back and lay naked on top of the duvet, and started to masturbate, hoping Joe would walk in and catch me.No, that was not true, I was still a girl and experimenting with these grown-up feelings, I wanted to feel I might be caught and it drove me into a new frenzy, as I pumped my fist between my open wide legs.I heard.