Regardless of what the nanny state portrays about our early development, I was itching for action from the moment my hand could reach my dick and I ha...ve yet to regret or feel in any way bad about my disposition, everything is working how Darwin intended it.My father built train engines, at work he built deltics and at home he built steam engines. The attic was a workshop, a total mess, filled with strewn tools, metal and blueprints. The place was lethal, everything was sharp, gnarled and had no. The baby oil was a perfect lubricant, as her hand felt so soft and perfect kneading my shaft. She gently pulled her palm over my cockhead, causing my hips to jerk in response. "Sensitive, are we," she looked up at me and smiled. I looked down at her, not believing that my masturbation fantasy was actually doing the masturbating for me. "I love what you're doing to me." I responded in a small, soft voice. "I've never felt anything like this before." "You need to hurry." She responded. . “When this chimes, we switch, ok?” She nodded in agreement. “Also, tell me what you see”“Ok,” Amy agreed. “Nothing yet. She is wearing her shirt from dinner last night. I can see her boobs swaying around, so no bra. And she has leggings on. Those must be hot.” Amy was blunt in her de***********ion. I could hear some disappointment in her voice. “Ok she moved the lounge and it’s in the sun. Don’t know where she went maybe back inside?”I listened but didn’t hear any noises downstairs. I laid down. He was pretty frustrated that I would not let him. I am sorry that I lied to you about how much we had done.”At this stage, Angie was sobbing gently. I gathered her in my arms and tried to soothe her “It is not easy to change from father and daughter to confidantes. That is what I would like us to become.”After a while she said “I wonder what Mum took.” So we went into Sarah's and my bedroom and checked her wardrobe and drawers. As best we could tell she had taken no bras, no panties, no shoes,.