He kissed her gently, tickling the seam of her lips with his tongue until she opened her mouth.She allowed his touch, but didn’t return his affectio...s. When he lifted his head, she turned her face away. Sitting up, he stroked his hands down her soft belly, tweaking her nipples until they hardened into peaks and she let out a soft gasp. Her hips bucked when he petted her soft curls and he wanted to smile. His cheer faded when he touched her dry flesh.This wouldn’t do at all. He wanted the wild. Her tits were smaller.She was such a brat I was glad I had one thing better than her.Daddy stepped into the house and closed the door before anyone saw I was naked. But the thrill made me so wet. I squeezed my thighs tight together as Daddy took off his suit jacket. I took that from him along with his tie. I knew Mom’s routine. I had seen it so many times growing up. It was always the same.I raced upstairs to put the tie, suit jacket, and briefcase where they belonged before rushing back. It stood up so proud even without squeezinglike most women's are that have big tits. I loved the way the soft tit tissueconformed to my suckling mouth. I circled the nipple, kissing it, sucking it,then biting it, harder then I probably should have. I became intoxicated withher soft, warm melons. I started slurping them, leaving spit all over them,making them shiny. My tongue covered every impressive inch. I licked up hersoft slender neck, sucking on her full lips. I had her. I started kissing. “Oh,” Ashley said. “That looks nice.” While one hand continued to rub Ashley’s breast, I put a Vaselined finger at the rim of my daughter’s asshole and tickled it. Instead of flinching away, she pushed her ass towards my hand. I eased my finger in just a little and heard her hum a kind of “Mmm-hmm,” which sounded like a good thing. “Really?” I asked. “Mmm-hmm.” I pushed my finger in further and her leg muscles tightened, then relaxed. Her ass pressed back and I gave her asshole more finger,.