Now naked from the waist up, I pulled his Chargers t-shirt off over his head. His chest came down to mine and he kissed me some more. Our mouths open,... an inch apart, our tongues waggled playfully. I felt him squeezing my boobs.Daddy stood for a second and took off his shorts, leaving him wearing nothing but his boxers. He threw the covers off me and mostly onto the floor. He climbed back, kneeling between my legs, and put a finger, maybe by accident, on my pjs and directly on my clit. I jerked. When I looked a bit closer I realized that the "child" was a female and that she was, in fact, not a child. It was difficult to tell because of the parka and her hood, but she was probably in her early 20’s and about five feet tall. She held a cardboard sign that read "Canada" in large block letters and wore a backpack that was almost as large as she was.I said bonjour in return, and then asked her in English where she was from. She switched over to English and said, "Cote-des-Neiges”, which. ”I replied, “You’re wrong, I know plenty about you. From our dinner conversation it is clear that we have a lot in common, that you are a great cook, and that you are an excellent parent. You have a terrific daughter, your house is well kept, and you have a great job. To top it off I love your hard nipples, your firm ass, and right now I can’t wait to kiss your pussy.”I thought that I went too far but Annette replied, “I can’t wait for you to kiss my pussy either. Christie said that you were. I told one of the guys “why don’t you take her panties off.” They both enthusiastically slid them off her ass, down her legs and off of her feet. We never would see those panties again. Their hands went back up to her pussy. They started to massage her clit. Z was starting to get excited. I took her hand and walked her to the end of the row. I then pulled her top up over her tits and slide my fingers up her thigh to the honey spot. Z came.