I love how my top shows off my tits without trying,” Diane commented, moving closer to her dad.“Feel how soft the material is Daddy,” Brenda add...d, placing his hand on her tit.“It does feel very soft, the fabric and your tit,” he smiled.“Mom, it’s driving us nuts having to wait for Daddy to fuck us!” Diane complained.“Soon girls, soon. You can add another fuck from your dad to your totals. I ended up in bed with Brad last night and we fucked.”Brad retired to his bedroom, continuing to fine-tune. Kissing him on the forehead I asked who he was talking to. “Some guy” he replied. I went back up stairs and got back to what I was doing. Awhile later I returned down stairs and hubby was still typing away. Being nosey I looked over his shoulder to find a picture of my ass and on the screen. I asked my husband what was going on. He replied “this guy thinks you are hot”, nice but he wouldn’t have known if you hadn’t showed me off I thought to myself. I asked hubby to request a pic of the. I respect your choice. I suspect your approach is part of what has made my daughter so happy. To be sure our way of living hasn't. And I know you haven't kept up your professional licences and insurance..." he looked at me and I shrugged, "which you don't need for the charity audits you do more out of ... charity ... than to earn your beer money."I smiled. 'Beer money' might not be entirely accurate, but to be sure, the money I earned was more in the way of 'pin-money' than a living.The first. This had been her, six years ago. One summer afternoon after they had watched a film with Nikki - it had seemed so right and wonderful then. She was convinced that she had done it because she loved him, a conviction that faded as she remembered Jim and their first weeks and months together. That had been love. Head over heels love of the first order. Debate raged in her head as to the state of her morals, the vote never taken. Emma moved to swing over her brother."Wait a little. Emma, are you.