" She said.Cindy was unrepentant, "And so we were, each other!" She said and then looked at Clea. "She shouldn't have entered without knocking!" She a...cused Clea.I had to laugh at that, and Clea joined me. "How could she Cindy? I can't see a door-knocker can you?" I said.Clea looked at my daughter, "So you are Bill's daughter Diana." She paused for a moment and then said, "You're just like your mother." She added softly.Diana looked at Clea, "You knew my mommy?" She asked - I must admit I was. Having me tolerate his nudity when it was convenient was not feeding his need.So, he concluded, the nudity experiment was over.I let him know that I had enjoyed having him run around naked all weekend and I felt it could continue.Obviously, there was more to this than just having my husband naked.I suggested we needed to talk about every aspect of this.I wanted to understand everything he wanted out of this and where he expected it to go.I also pointed out that being constantly naked was going. She had time to finish her revisions, eat her lunch and even get half way through some of the budget sheets that had been stacking up in her in-box.Suzanna read the word again. "In-box." She felt a sudden rush as her blood left everything higher than her nipples and headed south. Her sex slickened with arousal and she let out a little yelp when her hand had strayed to her left breast. I've got an in-box for ya. The joke made Suzanna giggle. She didn't normally giggle, but she wrote it off to. As I do I see that she is all about it. She starts mixing in a little Spanglish and calling me her Daddy, I was in heaven. She grabs my dick through my pants and asks, can I see it Papi? I open up her blouse and unleash two of the biggest most beautiful breasts I have ever seen. Her nipples were big and dark and made my cock jerk in my pants. She was ripping off my belt while I was taking my shoes off. I rolled over to slide my pants off as she watched me intensely. I roll back on top of.