She got me off to the side one Sunday, walking me down to my office. When we got there she gave me a tremendous, no holds barred, soul imprinting kiss... Even as she did it, I could feel no sexual overtones from either of us. "Thanks. As much as I appreciate it, I have to ask what brought it on?" Love," was her simple reply. "And thanks for what you did. Jerry is my dad. He'll always be my dad. But he was never around much as I grew up, even while he was still with my mother. Then, for years, he. I just didn’t have enough time to put into it to advance, or, really, stay current. I also hadn’t been exercising as regularly as I had in the past, though I hadn’t gained any weight. It would soon be warm enough to run, which would help. I reconsidered my idea of joining the YMCA so that I could swim, and thought that might be the best overall solution.When I got home from karate, I showered and went to the kitchen to make my lunch. I saw Jorge walking in the front door and asked him to join. I grinned inwardly as I watched my daughter go. I knew I was pushing things as it was - liking her dad checking her out and finding it hot to spy on her parent’s was one thing; seduction was something else entirely. This level of casual flirtation was unexpected but very welcome. That said, I didn’t know how far I could push this - how much more Kara would be comfortable with.Still, I enjoyed this far more than simply commanding my daughter to fuck me. No matter how attractive and tempting that. Suddenly I felt an urge to go to the washroom and so I went to the one attached to the bedroom (there were two washrooms in the house, one was the main washroom and the other was a smaller one attached to the bedroom).It was then that my luck changed. When I came out of the washroom, I was totally dazed at what I saw. Aunt Kepi was standing in front of me (with her back to me), totally nude (and oblivious to the fact that I was standing right behind her) and trying to put on her bra. My eyes.