'She's your daughter, dickhead! Your daughter!' I told myself that over and over, for all those years. I didn't want to make you too self-conscious by...insisting that you not show yourself to me like that, but it was really hard not to make a pass at you. You were - are - so beautiful!" You - you're not just saying that?" hope lighted her face, "You really think I'm beautiful?"I nodded sagely, then threw caution to the winds, "And sexy! I'd rather not go into detail, but let's just say you've. Then you’ll know where everything is.”I thought it best to leave her to gather herself together, but when I returned after two hours, I found her room untouched, and Colette sitting in the living room with Sandra having a cup of tea. On the sideboard there was a big bouquet of flowers in my favourite vase.“You told Zena that Sandy was coming today,” Colette said with a smile.Sandra was looking somewhat dazed. “She brought those lovely flowers,” she almost whispered. Then she smiled wickedly,. She replied my kiss with open mouth and darting tongue and we engaged in an intense tongue play that put us both soon on a level of delicious excitement. Then kissing her throat and shoulders all the way down to her chest I eventually put my mouth on one nipple while caressing her other breast with my cupped hand. And she cradled my head in her arms sighing a soft moan of contentment and stroked my head and shoulders. I let my tongue brush slowly and with some pressure over that surprisingly. “It feels good, doesn’t it?”“Yes,” I responded, “it feels extremely good.”“Wait, I think it will feel even better in a few more minutes.”Now she caressed the cheeks of my ass with her gentle but firm fingers. Her thumbs moved up and down on the crack of my ass, coming almost but not quite to my pussy. I couldn’t help myself. My legs squeezed together involuntarily. The next time she moved her hands downward her thumbs did touch my pussy, which felt like an electric shock had passed through.