" I know how much you got down there after walking in on you coming out of the shower. You thought it was Darla, but honey, it was me. You have more t...an that thing that I blew coming out of that glory hole. I would love to do the same to you."I took her hand and led her to Darla and my bedroom. I rubbed her ass along the way. Standing next to the bed, kissed her. I helped her take off her blouse and skirt. She stood there with nothing on but heels. She had the bare pussy of a teenager. I. I knew it was all for my benefit and I appreciated it but I was tired, and I was ready to let it all go.Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, I stood amid great applause and walked over to the podium to take my turn at trying to express feelings that were so intense I doubted I could ever find the right words. I looked over the large group seated around tables in the huge ballroom and tried to pick out faces in that crowd. I saw Mark Fletcher and his wife Sherri; Paula, now retired and. Slightly less than 5ft, she was curvaceous. She knew how to carry her 38DD on a small frame and dress for that. And she doted on our son right from the day he was born. She didn't want another kid and I was fine with that! I knew she loved him a lot. Matt was slimmer than his age group and she often blamed me. "You drank his share of the milk when he was a baby." I always reply, "Well, he quit suckling remember, you needed my help?". Then she would smile and we would make up. Well, that's for. Sasha's sweet pussy was small but full, a pad of seduction filling her crotch. Cotton coddled her soft vulva. A slight camel toe hinted at her cleft. Her pussy was warm.With an erection pressing up against her bum, I caressed her, an almost casual exploration of the amazing shape of a teenage pubis, so damn erotic. I wasn't in any rush. I was enjoying fondling my little girl intimately far too much. Clearly she liked it, too. She snuggled and sighed holding my hand in place and pressing it.