."Hands grabbing her hips, he pulled himself down, kneeling behind her. His cock, hard, bumped against her opening. It almost seemed to swell open at ...is touch. Her ankles shifted inwards, legs swinging over his to lock him in place.He thrust.It was tight. Hot. Wet. The angle was wrong. He was bent downward, the head of his shaft scraping against the top of her walls ... Her moan was guttural, primal. He felt himself responding the same way, hands squeezing her body for leverage as he pulled. She was wearing her towelling robe, and, as usual, plopped down next to me on the sofa, smelling fresh and sweet, and cuddling up to my left side, with her feet drawn up under her, as she had often done throughout her life. I continued to watch the box, vaguely enjoying the comfortable intimacy of my daughter's proximity, but without any unworthy thoughts. Not that I hadn't, in the last few years, noticed the development of her young body from childhood into what I would describe as a. Patty was licking the candy cane she’d stuffed in her pussy the night before.A crooked grin on her face, she tilted the candy toward me and asked, “You want a lick?”Fuck yes! Somehow, my mouth formed a far different word than the ones echoing in my mind. “Nah.”She gave the peppermint stick one last lick and said, “Suit yourself.”I turned off the television, positive that my heart was going to leap out of my chest and I was going to explode in my pants if I looked at her any longer. “Think I’m. She massaged my front, starting at my feet, working her way up. She avoided my cock and balls, worked her way to to my head."Feel better?" Yes, thanks". I was frustrated, but didn't want to ask her for more."OK my turn". She laid on the bed, face up."In Houston (where she was from), we start face up".I started at her head, working my way down. When I got to her torso, I was working on her abdomen."You missed my breasts. I love having my breasts massaged".So, I did. God, were they great. Firm..