I met her online at a site called ‘Red Hot Pie’ and after a number of emails and sms’s she asked that I meet her in the city at a bar of my choo...sing, the only stipulation being that it was a ‘nice’ venue. Given I work in the city it was an easy task and I chose Siana as it’s always busy of a Friday after work, has a great atmosphere and afforded me the opportunity to have a good mate of mine check out my ‘date’. For the sake of her privacy and as Brisbane is not a huge city I’ll call her. He couldn't believe how bad he was, thinking about his mother the way he had been.Finally he had enough wood to make his trip seem plausible and headed back for the camp. As he neared it, he could see his mother standing by the fire with her back to him. His eyes involuntarily dove down to her pretty ass, drinking in the loveliness of its erotic roundness was made even more exciting by the knowledge that she wasn't wearing any panties under her shorts."Oh, there you are," Catherine said turning. His hands went to the cheeks of my ass and kneaded the muscles. So exciting. So intimate. I wanted more of his touch. Lifted myself an inch.Felt his thumbs slip between my cheeks as he massaged me. Up and down the crack. Tickling my anus as his thumbs slid past. Up and down. Tickling, Teasing. It made me want to feel him touching me there. I lifted my ass again. I tried to time it with the moment that his thumb-tip passed over my asshole. Giving him a message. His hand stopped where I wanted. From as far as I could remember, he used to bathe me. Not like a father and daughter though. I would be in the tub splashing without a care in the world. Mounds of bubbles often surrounded me and my nudity, the far off places where fathers didnt see of their daughters because that is the way it was supposed to be. Lean forward, he instructed calmly. I did and distinctly remember his soapy hand running down to the small of my back. As he passed it, I knew a threshold was crossed. He softly.