She started sniffling then. She sounded like she'd lost her last friend in the whole world."I'm not mad at you, Princess. The reason you have to wait ...or the hug is because all I have on right now is underwear," he explained."I d-d-don't c-c-care," she whimpered."Jennifer, I'm not mad at you, okay?" P-p-please?" she moaned.Bob groaned. "Okay, one hug, but then you have to go right back to bed and go to sleep."The covers whooshed as she threw them off and he heard her feet hit the floor between. Because of the heat of the moment not really being aware what consequences this might have. Yet he still supports her breasts with both his hands and the pressure inside him increases a tiny little bit with every of her pushesVickie allows him to suckle her breasts, forgetting that she is now lactating, just the smallest bit of leaking causes relief to her swollen and hot breasts, the feeling of this also causes there to be a fire that travels straight down to her clitoris, she stops bouncing. My brain, filled with eighteen years of academic schooling, shut down and my cock took over. The evil one-eyed monster was doing all of my thinking for me. It was obvious that my daughter knew her way around a cock. Her stimulation of the ultra-sensitive band of nerves just behind the head caused my legs to jerk like frog legs in a frying pan. I nearly went over the edge when she lowered her head and dropped a mouthful of warm spit on my cock to lubricate it.It was impossible to take in. She wore a light summery frock well suited to a weekend in the country. Going clothed was her idea, not mine, but I decided not to interfere.After breakfast in bed and a refreshing shower, I turned my attention first to the twins then to Elspeth and Yvonne, all of whom I wanted to thank for their efforts the day before. I had just carried the latter two off to recover and was relaxing with a cup of tea before inviting Gina and another (perhaps Olga, I thought) to join me. After that I might go.