I unbuttoned my shorts and removed them without taking my eyes off the laptop screen. Heather stacked her pillows and climbed onto her bed, reclining ...gainst them. I put my hand inside my underwear and watched as my daughter bent her legs up to her chest and started taking her Mary Jane heels off. I always believed those little buckles on her heels were so fucking sexy. "But GAWD I never imagined I would get THIS view!" I thought.I quickly and quietly closed (and locked) my door. I turned off. . finger fucking me deeper deeper harder. ‘ hush..’ as the pressure grew between my legs. Lips dove to my breasts nibbling. Me. Pulling my nipple tight.kissing my nipple slow..kissing my breast and caressing it. My breast grew hard. In her touch. ‘Relax’ as she carresed my vagina and breast. Nibbling my nipple with love bites. Massaging my vagina slowly... rubbing..rubbing...opening me wide..caressing between my legs.. as her kiss dove to my nipple.biting my nipple hard. Pulling. My. His voice, refined with consciously reserved masculinity and controlled with intellectual precision, subtly overflowed with the rarest vintage of concealed confidence and profound humanity. He smiled shyly yet slyly all at once, as if he were both oblivious and telepathic to the all-consuming attraction which had been swelling deep within her for the past two hours. It had been swelling deep within her from the very instant her piercing blue eyes had locked upon a pair of ultra-masculine almond. I had been shooting flowers and the occasional bumblebee for about a half-hour. The park is home to a soccer pitch, a baseball diamond, and various play structures, since it was mainly intended for the local children. The city had installed a couple of flower beds around the perimeter, surrounded by low stone walls, and the summer's weather had been good to the flowers, and the fat bees.I looked up at one point, and noticed her watching me from a corner of the flower bed. She was one of my.