He removed his arm and kissed her all over her face. “You are so lovely,” he said between kisses, “so sexy, so sweet.” He was hugging her when...she shivered.“You must be getting cold.” He relaxed his arms and sat back so she’d have a little freedom.“A bit. Don’t move.” She reattached her bra and buttoned her blouse. She was right. She did that much faster than he could have. When she relaxed against him, he hugged her again. She still felt chilly, though, and she was such a tiny girl. He should. Seeing his mother sleepingbeside him, her beautiful brown tits fully in his view,was more than enough to convince him that the previousdays activities couldn't be a one time thing. He rolledup onto his side and slid over towards his mother untilhe was inches from her naked flesh. There was no way hecould resist.He wanted to deliver his first touches perfectly. Fromwhat she had said the night before he wasn't sure whatshe had in mind, but he was worried she might say no.Judging from the pre-cum. Harry realised he was wanking furiously, his daughter’s thong pressed against his face, then, suddenly he felt his orgasm building, holding Jenny’s thong around his cock as he pumped his seed into it. His eyes closed, it was Jenny’s face that he could see smiling at him as his cock pulsated, spunk spilling over onto his hand.As his orgasm subsided, he looked down at the sodden mess of her thong, the cum dripping onto the floor. Quickly he grabbed tissue, cleaning the floor, then filled the wash. H. in three hours, we had much to discourse. Before we know it we were both sitting in the bar drinking sampan cocktails and talking about everything and nothing. The hours went by, and the sun came down, but we kept on talking. Then you asked me to dace and I said yes. You took my hand and dragged me to the improvised dance floor. We dances too slow songs. And the slower they got the closer we got. ---there is no rose this time---you said into my ear --but there is something between.