”“I don’t know. I guess I was just concerned about what you were thinking.”“Well, I was thinking we could make each other feel good. That’... all. I guess it’s up to you.”I nodded and we went back upstairs to the attic room. I still wasn’t totally sure what I should do, and there were several options including having her use the sleeper sofa. When we went into the room I went to pour myself a drink and then sat with Charlie and George on either side of me. I looked across the room and saw Jorge. A few hundred yards down the road lived a woman called Debra , My Mum became good friends with her and they went shopping alot together , Debra Seemed Like the footballers wife type of woman but was clearly in her 40s like my mother.Debra had a friend called Karen Who lived near by and they both became good friends with my mother , they would come over to our house some nights and have a few glasses of wine together and talk about clothes and other rubbish .I used you lie on the landing up. ..she threw her top on the floor. She reached behind her back...the next moment; her breasts were exposed to me. My heart was beating a mile a minute. She remained at my feet, kneeling...seemingly she was allowing me to view her nakedness. Silence stretched the moment and then finally she said. "Dad, when you're ready...I want you to take my panties off."A quick moment later, Amanda lowered her head...she began to tenderly kiss my feet. Feeling my daughter's lips on my feet...I slowly. It's okay though, we are married after all andfor me to want my husband is all right and no one's business but ours. Damn,this bra isn't comfortable any more, I think its too small maybe. my titshurt and it feels like it's pinching my nipples. Why do they seem to ache, Iwonder? And why do I have this overpowering urge to sit with my legs apart,it's like my pussy needs air or something? Gawd, I'm really wet down there,too. Every step I take as we walk across the lot to our car I can feel mypussy.