"She laughed and said that she had it all the time, but still something was bothering me, I couldn't quite pinpoint it, I was still mulling it over as...we reached the bar.Turning to mum, I asked her what she'd like to drink, to which she replied."Vodka and coke with plenty of ice please darling." Sarah?" Vodka and coke with plenty of ice please darling."The barman looked up and smiled, turned to the bar and then spun back round again, a look of bewilderment on his face, the three of us laughed. “And you better not stink it up!”Fear shot through me. I gasped and ripped the panties from my cock. I quickly stuffed them in the clothes hamper they had been lying against and ripped up my boxers and sweatpants. They did a vain attempt to hold my erection in place, my cock throbbing. I flushed the toilet and washed my hands, so aware of my daughter outside the door.“Jesus,” I muttered. I had to get a grip. She was my daughter. I shouldn't even touch her panties. That was going too far.I. But still, I didn’t put any stock into the situation. When we got back to my house that afternoon and watched TV with my roommates, you sat on the couch and I sat on the floor in front of you and put my arm on the couch in front of you. You slowly ran your fingers back and forth along the length of my forearm, almost absentmindedly while you chatted away apparently unaware of the torment you were causing me with every touch. I thought I was going to die but wouldn’t have moved my arm if. " She told you why they were going into town?" Mary asked, wondering if she sounded as out of sorts as she felt."Yeah," Bill said with a bemused nod, "they thought I should know since she's carrying my baby. They're plan is to pick up their tickets today, and then tomorrow after we leave on the camp bus they'll catch a quick flight to Vegas." And they're not going for the gambling," Mary finished. "And you don't mind that George and Mary are getting married?" No," Bill said with a frown that.