She had almost a skip to her step as she passed me. Becky was at the door, wearing her school skirt and a tank top, her bra clearly missing, the tight...cloth clinging to her large breasts.“Daddy!” she squealed and hugged me. She kissed me, her lips tasting faintly of tangy pussy. “Thank you for talking to Tonya! It worked.”“Talk to...” I didn't talk to Tonya today and... Right, right, I'd edited her to think I'd talked to her. Which meant I probably had talked to her but didn't remember doing it. Almost immediately the door opened again and through walked?..Trudy andTyson!! Frank tried to jump to his feet but found that he could not hisbody would not respond he tried to speak but his voice did not work."Hi Frank" said Trudy smiling "Surprised? I bet. Tyson you can go. Sendfor the girls please." With that Tyson left. "Frank I suppose I shouldexplain. I have not trusted you for a couple of years so I have had youfollowed and you activities monitored and lucky for me I did. When. That was a good sign. She smiled as I kissed the top of her head, nuzzling my nose into her dark hair. “Turn that off. Come talk to me while I’m cooking.”“Okay.” She followed me into the kitchen, taking a seat at the wide island. I tore off a paper towel and began patting dry the thick, fat scallops on the butcher’s block. Violet’s eyes grew wider. “Oh, yum.” She rested her elbows on the black granite of the island and placed her chin in her hands, happily watching me work.“Have you thought. “Would you mind another backrub? Please?” “Never a problem,” I told her. Near the end of the backrub, I worked my hands and fingers over her ribs and softly scratched at her stomach. Sarah said nothing. I went higher on her rib area. Still nothing was said. Finally, I just brushed my fingers on the undersides of her breasts. Sarah inhaled sharply and her body jerked a little, but she didn’t stop me. For a few minutes I just lightly ran my fingers along the underside of both her breasts, coming.