It doesn't hurt if they have a touch of laceor maybe a pretty floral print. I wouldn't turn down a lacy waist bandbut have to be careful that my shirt...is tucked in as to not flash a bitof feminine lingerie."I'll clean the kitchen, Mother," I told her after we sat in silence forso long."Why? James. Because it's considered a woman's job? I don't want youcleaning because you think it's a woman's job."I looked at her like she was crazy. I've cleaned the kitchen and helpedher around the house for. A loudspeaker was broadcasting a message welcoming people to the parade. Soon the parade was in full force with floats interspersed with marching groups and bands. There was the occasional group that would stop and dance. Every so often, the parade would come to a halt as the lead groups were somehow causing a backup.Some floats threw candy or beads or other items at the crowds. There were even some large items like t-shirts and nylon bags. People walking alongside the marchers handed out. ”Liz rolled her eyes, but it was not a gesture of exasperation, rather one of a woman frustrated by her own desire. She bit her lip, those green eyes fixing him, her pupils dilated into dark circles that seemed to draw him in with a hypnotic power.“That’s gonna be hard if you keep talking like that,” she grumbled. “God, I don’t know how I kept my paws off you for as long as I did when we were horny teenagers. Do you know how fucking difficult it is to masturbate with claws?”He opened his mouth. Just the head at first and Sarah sighed with relief when she felt no pain, just the wonderful connection of their bodies.Michael’s eyes never strayed from his daughter’s face as he slowly pushed into her body. She was so amazingly wet and TIGHT! He only had the head of his cock inside her yet the muscles gripping his shaft already had his balls screaming for release. How would he ever hold out long enough to fill her completely? He wanted to make her cum again, feel her sweet juices gushing.