Abby sat up, giving her attention to her Dad.Scott couldn’t help looking at his daughter clad in a loosely fitting robe. Partially open, he could se... high up her slender legs and the inner halves of her young, firm tits.“I’ve been fucking your Aunt Carol and Aunt Susan since we were teenagers. I’m still fucking them even though they’re married,” he finally revealed.“Oh is that all? I’ve known about you fucking your sisters for years, Dad.”“I didn’t know that you knew.”“Whenever your sisters. All too eagerly in fact. Her heart was racing and she couldn't tell if that was good or bad. Before she could decide, he was back."You'd look great in this." he said.He was holding out a short sleeved mini-dress with a scoop neck and slightly deeper scoop back. It was white on top, stopping just below the bust line, and black on the bottom. It was sexy but not trashy. Her eyes lit up.She grabbed it and hurriedly headed back into the stall. She couldn't help but be excited.She had to remove her. Every week we play bridge, the four of us. Those are the houses where we went.”“You expect me to believe that?”“No. I think you’ve made your mind up, but you know what the topic of conversation was usually? Penny! He went on and on about her, what she was doing, how proud he was of her, how pretty she was, how virtuous she was. I got all the news about what they did when she came to visit him, where they went. It was Penny, Penny, Penny the wonder girl. We all used to laugh about it!“If we were. “Mmmm.” She said. “I can feel my pussy getting wetter.”She was sat on the sideboard, her legs dangling over the side, wearing a dressing gown.“Come here.” She said, beckoning me with her finger.I stepped closer, rather sheepishly, and she reached out, grabbing my waistband and pulling me towards her, right between her legs. My heart was pounding in my chest.“I…” I began, but she shushed me with her finger. Looking directly into my eyes, she reached inside my pants, gripping my hard cock.“I.