“Come on, I want this,” she said, her voice soft as a kitten's purr.She took my hand in hers, stroking it with her thumb. Then she gave me that lo...k, the one I found irresistible. It was the same adorable look she’d flashed at me the day I’d agreed that FaceTime was no longer enough, the day we’d arranged to meet in the flesh. And what flesh she had: clear skin so smooth and soft, perfect figure, tight round arse and cute little breasts that jiggled beneath her cotton dress. How could I resist. Fabulous ... amazing ... but not the particulars of why it felt all those things.Part of that might be that it didn’t go on for all that long. My mind sort of exploded into little bits when she first did it, and they were just floating back to take up residence in my skull again when she pulled off of me and said, “I like that a lot better than I thought I would, but I like the other more.”Then she crawled up over me and, holding her pussy lips apart with one hand, reached for my saliva-covered. I squeezed his cock hard when I felt it twitch after saying that. After he untied the knot, she turned around and stood there, with her tits right front of his face. “Babe, doesn't your baby girl have lovely tits? Come on, you're allowed to look, not like I haven't noticed you looking at her around the house in her little shorts.” There, it was now out in the open, I was telling him it was okay to desire my daughter in a not-so-fatherly way. He looked up and stared at the same girl he had. Our first evening together as a family had been a pleasant one. First, I cooked a healthy dinner to ensure that the two young adolescents received proper nutrition. The fact that I served wine with dinner would probably not have gone over well with the social services people, but I was trying to educate the girls in many important spheres of knowledge."A glass of red wine with dinner is good for your heart," I informed them.After dinner we watched a little TV. I wanted to see a soccer match,.