" We looked at him, then at each other. With a nod, we moved to him, each kissing him, pressing ourselves against his chest, and our hands at his crot...ch. He was in shock, not moving or saying anything.Dropping to our knees, we began removing his clothing, piece by piece, covering his body with daughterly wet kisses everywhere a piece of skin was showing until only his boxer shorts remained. His cock was now straining against the light material with the head just barely peeping out of the fly. Theysat together sipping wine and finishing another wonderful dinner Frankiehad made for them. She looked at her mate. He was wearing a pretty, paleyellow silk blouse, open at the neck revealing a double strand of pearls.He had on matching drop pearl earrings and his hair was brushed aroundhis face. She knew he wore a pleated knee length skirt and low heels. Ashe talked, she marveled at his polished nails and subdued makeup. Hisbeauty mesmerized her. "You are wonderful, Frankie, my. From her position in the bath it was difficult to see but she thought his trousers bulged more than normal at the front. Would he want to do other things? Like her father? Or worse? Margaret’s mind confused by the sudden change in her life and the luxury of the warm water after so many nights in the freezing cold, couldn’t decide if she liked the man or not or even if it mattered."What about the other welts on your body? Some are quite old" The question again startled her."Father said I needed. He is straightened and risen before me, wholly and every inch starkers and buck naked and without a slight stitch on. He has slumped and lobbed his clothes down to the floor, after I have worked out the same that is, and as he eyes and gazes direct at me, I feel the hots and salaciousness steel and gee up in my flesh and veins, enticing me to inspect in-depth his unclothed body, to leer and gawp and letch after his shapely and well-formed and curvaceous self. I am on the tenderhooks; I am in.