She tried to wake me up by spilling some water on me. But I dint get up so she took a final step which I was waiting for i.e. She gave me breath by at...aching her mouth with mine. I could not stop my anxiety and started giving a counter breath in to her mouth holding her waist tightly with my hands. With this foolish act she came to know that I was acting. She got up from me and gave a tight slap on my face. I had to stop acting and tried to convince her as she was very much angry. Then I told. I moved my hands slowly up my daughter’s slender teenage thighs right to the top, where my thumbs came into contact with the puffy outer lips of my daughter’s pussy. I knew I shouldn’t, but I couldn’t help the gift before me. I rubbed gently down each side, exploring like a first time adolescent the pussy of a first girlfriend. I’ll admit that I played my thumbs up and down, rubbing her lips together with breathless excitement. I pried into her private folds, separating them and drinking in her. I was expecting her to tell me to stop but as my face inched closer up towards her butt, the order to stop never came.I real nervously kissed my way up the back of her thigh, my head going up under her grey skirt. To my shock, I found she wasn't wearing any knickers!"That's it, keep going..." She moaned.I kept going, my lips went up and onto the curve of her beautiful smooth ass."Hmmm there we go, kiss that arse it's all your good for...!" She groaned.I was being real conservative with my. That would cost almost the same amount, and was hard on the equipment.Plus - and this was the most important thing - it would mean she had to admit defeat.“I’ll cover the night shift,” she said, her voice tired.Rodney left, and she got into her purse to get a tissue. She knew she was going to cry.The little piece of paper that Felicity Chumley had calmly handed her stuck up out of its compartment.She looked at it. She pulled it out.She picked up the phone, and dialed.Shortly after that Bobby.