??Qu? Qui? Qui ?tes-vous??????Tu n’as pas besoin de savoir ?a.?? Me r?pond-elle d’une voix s?che. ??Pour toi, comme pour les autres, je suis "Mada...e". J’esp?re que tu t’en souviendras.?? Conclu-t-elle en posant d?licatement ses l?vres sur les miennes.Puis, sans un mot, elle se retourne et quitte la pi?ce, me laissant seule en plein cauchemar, tandis que le claquement de ses talons va, d?croissant, vite absorb? par le silence de la pi?ce.Je r?alise que je suis ?puis?e. Mes muscles sont aussi. Okay, so you can see him sniffing his daughter’s panties now. He is about to be hit with an overwhelming dose of her pussy pheromones and we’ll now observe the effect it has on him.Ah, here we go, he instinctively goes to check that they are her panties by looking up her skirt.So now he’s seen she isn’t wearing any panties and therefore can deduce that the panties he was sniffing do belong to her. This clearly excites him along with the view of his daughter’s cunt and getting to inhale her. Do you want coffee?” I asked.I went to the kitchen, which opened off just to the left of the couch. By turning his head he could watch my every move as I boiled water for coffee. I bent over rather far to get the spoons out, stretched up very sensually to reach the coffee jar on the top shelf, giving him a good view of how tight my leggings were, how thin the material of my shirt was, how erect my nipples were, how my ass moved. My shirt rode up as I worked; exposing my soft, trim stomach.To. Halfway through a sentence I caught a glimpse of the clock, and I remembered that I had to go to work at 11:00 AM. I pointed this out to Bethany and she just gave me a giggle and told me that I had better hurry up. I finished eating quickly and fetched my work uniform; I work as a waiter for a somewhat nice restaurant.The weather that Sunday was as cold as your usual winter day, but the sun was out with a few clouds. I hated working Sunday afternoons because the after-church crowd came in packs.