She was wearing her black stockings and high heel shoes She looked perfect, but instead of telling her so, I looked sternly at her. "We have to discus...s your attitude today, Mommy!" She froze upon hearing those words. "Today you were bitchy and disobeyed my explicit orders!" I let my voice rise in intensity. She meekly lowered her eyes. "How dare you discuss my decisions about when you have to be at home, slut! And how dare you to discuss my decisions at the presence of other people?" . She thought how much she would love to have a lover who would pull her shirt up so her breasts were freed, just as she was doing. One who would roll her nipples back and forth between his fingers… One who would be putting pressure on her through her jeans so they were suddenly too tight in a not-unpleasant sort of way… She stopped teasing her nipple and attended to her jeans. Her right hand stayed on her breast, but her left (her dominant hand) was busily undoing her belt, button, and zipper.. We do not have a very normal family, do we? I mean what kind of family lives thousands of miles apart. What kind of family has a father that loves a woman who is not the mother of his children or his wife? I mean the distance between all of us is a bit of a barrier to any kind of normal family life.”“I really need to get something off of my chest. Let’s catch up with the others and head back to the house, ok?”“Ok dad.”“Mick, we do not know each other as well as we could. I intend to fix that.. I told her to lie back in the chair and to move her ass forward a little. I spread her legs apart and used my fingers to spread her pussy lips and pull her clit hood back. It was swollen and ready for attention. I leaned down, taking in her essence, and slowly ran my tongue over the inside of her pussy, going all the way up to her clit, but not touching it. She burned with pleasure, gritted her teeth, and swore at me until she was no longer able to express herself with words. She grunted,.