“I’m fine Dad.” Kara said uncomfortably, fidgeting on the spot and blushing some more. She turned and started up the stairs to her room. “Sorr..., I’ve got a few things I need to do.”I watched my daughter leave, frowning after her. That was unproductive - what to do?I went into the kitchen to get myself a drink, thinking furiously. Should I just wing it, and see if I could fix things? Whatever my current moral compass though, I didn’t relish the thought of messing around blindly with my daughters. 'You OK', he asked me gently, 'Sure, I am fine', and he took a jar from the table, opened it and dipped his finger in, scooping out some creme, which felt cold as he guided his finger onto my anus.'Cold' he laughed, as he pushed gently, working his finger until my sphincter muscle gave way and he pushed all the way inside.It was not painful just a little discomfort having something inserted in your bum, but he kept talking and eased both my concerns and embarrassment as his finger felt this way. Off with the blouse, then she turned to let me unclasp. She removed her bra and exposed two of the finest firm, round tits in creation. Now I had to take back what I thought about the support bra – it was preventative only, her tits definitely looked natural, and they stayed firm on her chest. Her skin was firm to match, and her shoulders looked gently rounded. My turn to moan, the woman was exquisite. "Holy smoke, girl, you are stunning!" She turned and brought her closer tit up to my. When she climbed into the car and the door closed I was still sitting staring."Hi, hunk, my name is Leila," she said. And nothing has ever been the same for me since.We drove down the highway without speaking for a few moments. Then to my amazement this beautiful creature scooted over next to me and began to fiddle with the fly of my pants.At first I tried to pull her hand away but she was insistent and without further struggle from me she finally popped my pants open and pushed her delicate.