Her tongue darted between his lips, seeking his. Her voice was unintelligible as sounds came from deep within her chest. Her hands slipped from around... his neck to glide over his chest and down between them. Her hands slid past his belt and his sharp intake of breath as she squeezed him through the material of his pants made her clit tingle. She broke the kiss and looked into his eyes, eyes that had closed to mere slits. His breathing was quickening as she continued to massage him through the. " I had a lot. Buddy, I never had THIS!"I have a picture from our honeymoon in Hawaii. I showed it to Cindy. "Hon," I said, "Look at this. This'll be you an' Dan in twenty years, if you're lucky." I can accept that, Mom," my daughter said. "I hope Dan does a little better job of staying trim, though." Don't be talkin' about your dad like that."She giggled. "Step-dad. Adopted grand-dad. Like a country song." How did you grow up to be so mean?" I love my daughter. Now. When I was younger, I was. “No baby, it’s not. What you and I would share would be special, loving, and just between us. Do you understand what I’m saying?” I asked knowing that I was swearing my son to total secrecy, and plunging down the path of incestuous love, but at that moment I knew I was making the right choice. For a moment I watched as he thought it through, as he did with all things, then he nodded his head once again. “Yeah I understand.” He said softly, with that shame and worry draining out of his face, and. But is that mild panic I see in them? “Locked yourself out, you say? Ha ha. Yes. Very easily done. Come in. Please”. Thank you God! “Go on through” Ohhhh. Mustn’t dribble like Homer Simpson with a donut, but…. What. An. Ass! And legs! Bloody hell. Brilliant plan, getting her over here like this. I am a genius. “My phone is there, Danielle. On the coffee table. Behind the laptop. Try the Qype app; good for local tradesmen”. Don’t turn around. For fucks sake, don’t. Please. I just know I will.