Rolling over to satisfy my daughter's curiosity now seemed an option; discussing the tattoos she'd find, an inevitability.Lending myself to the vulgar...treatment helped take the edge off my nerves. I enjoyed the strange massage, though I wasn't sure I liked or understood the message that came with it. Cindy's skinny ass made a great back massager, and the girl certainly enjoyed herself. Perhaps, I mused, that was all there was to it, and my daughter wasn't actually saying, "Just lie there while. "You know those times you tried to make me cum by feeling me up?" Yeah," I said."Well I intentionally staved off those orgasms so when we first made love, my orgasm would be that much more intense." Well, it sure worked out well. You were out for about 5 minutes." Really?" she said. I nodded my head and she giggled, "You know what else? I like sleeping in your shirt because it smells like you. You made me feel so secure here and that shirt is so soft. I also saw you look at my legs a few times. She will want tender time with Jim between fucks. I alternate between being horny and frustrated when I think about them fucking and being scared when I think about them kissing and caressing tenderly. It seems like forever, but I do eventually fall asleep. I am awakened by the signal on my cell phone. There is a picture of Lynn tied spread eagle on our bed. There are clips pinching her nipples and her favorite vibrator is buried in her pussy. From the look on her face, she is clearly lost is. We knew that her husband is likely to return shortly and we may not meet again in life and we have to bury our love. I kissed her lips, took her tongue in to my mouth and enjoying the female touch. She pressed my head very tight before asking me to lift my face. She put aside her pallu, unhooked buttons of her blouse and her wonderful bosom got exposed and I tenderly rolled my fingers on the breasts. She pulled my head over her breasts and I buried my face in the cleavage. She asked me to.