We both masturbated ourselves to sleep.In the morning after breakfast I changed into a suit and my daughter slipped into a very sexy short dress. She ...ad on a pair of soft white cotton panties but no bra. She looked amazing.Then my thirteen-year-old daughter accompanied me to my twentieth high school reunion.Kitty’s mother and I had been sweethearts all through high school and college before we got married and had Kitty. Then two years ago she died in a car accident.One of the girls checking us. I was actually able to get some fairly productive hours in without the usual interruptions and distractions of the office. Susan stayed with me, but left me alone to work; it was only when I took breaks that we'd talk. I kept track of her condition at the hospital by phone—it was unchanged, they said—and stayed physically away as Brodine had asked. And apparently I'd escaped Walter Quiller's notice for the moment; at least I never got a sniff of him.Pretty obviously, though, this wasn't a. She parted her long silky legs, revealing her neither region. It was a trimmed brown bush of curls with a slightly open gash underneath. She then placed two fingers in a V and spread open her pussy lips to show her moist interior. My hand was on my cock without a second thought and I stimulated myself as she began rubbing her delicate folds with her fingers. I was only feet away but could already smell the same sent emanating from her as Id smelt on her panties. What do you think of my pretty. "Ihear ya, kid. Let's get out of here before we both wind up snoring. Youneed to change first?" I guess I should get ready for school."Terri shook her head. "I wasn't talking about clothes; I meant yourGoodnites."I slowly realized why my underpants had seemed thick. My blush came backand spread across my face until my ears were burning. "Oh, umm... no, Idon't think I need to change." I didn't feel wet and there wasn't anysmell, so I was pretty sure I was okay."All righty!" Terri reached under.