The cups were lined with thumb tacks, all pointing in, towards my chest."Come on," Janice said, "be a good girl and put this on." No..." I gasped. As ... looked closer, sewn into the center of each cup -- positioned directly over my nipples -- were bristle brushes, each about the size of a silver dollar."Oh, you like it?" Janice said, sweetly. "I was so lucky to find a seamstress who could make it on such short notice. Now come on," she held the bra out by the straps, open, thumb tacks pointing. . I hated to admit it to myself, I did remember the feeling that I had experienced yesterday afternoon and early evening.I know I was drunk, but something in me must have wanted to do it. Oh sure I remember the bartender and his smooth talk about getting even with Danny. Funny how when you have been drinking, things you think of seem to make sense. The more I watched, the more excited I became. I was sitting in my reclining chair and I eased my legs open I touched myself and I was wet. I was. ”“That is a good idea, but the only choice as to where we want to live will involve finding a spot along the Guadalupe river for your dream home.”“You’re the best!” Katie said. “Do you think your parents will be okay with spending Thanksgiving here? I can rent a plane so they won’t have to drive or anything. Or, my dad may want to use his plane to fly out and get us all.”“I’m sure that I can talk them into coming here, and if needed, I’ll get Taylor to do it.”“On another subject, are you okay. This girl’s back was pressed tightly against my chest while my hands played with the soft, feminine treasures adorning her body. One of my hands was cupping a well-rounded breast while the other was fondling a silky, smooth pussy.Here I was with my bathtub filled with hot water, me, and my naked sexy-soft daughter! Hell, the limp cock I’d had earlier was now just a memory! My stimulated shaft was now a fully-erect, meaty, steel-hard rod! If that daughter of mine wanted to be fucked, then I was.