I could already feel myself getting all wet down between my legs just thinking about Daddy.But I shook my head. I wouldn't touch myself that way - I'd... wait till Daddy and I could be alone again.Since it was late, my tummy was rumbling. There were all kinds of cereal downstairs in the pantry so I threw back the covers and climbed out of bed. Even though I was dressed in my gown and white cotton panties, I still couldn't quite shake off the thoughts of Daddy touching my bare skin - how his hands. The pajamas fallingback into place have a different feel, again. My legs remain bare, whichis expected, yet I still can't feel the elastic holding the bottoms abovemy knees. However, as the top moves back to my waist, instead of thecotton brushing against my skin, I feel a soft, delicate tickle. Puzzled,I look down - I'm not wearing my pajamas! The soft touches on my skin donot come from opaque cotton but from layers of gauzy chiffon! My legs feelexposure and absence of the elastic because I'm. "That's OK... no way we're going to get-it-on here anyhow... too many people around... lets finish our beers and ride."Gathering up our stuff, we jumped into my truck, and headed up to the parkway again, passing the location of our first futile attempts at getting it on with each other. We laughed about that experience and any remaining tension seemed to evaporate as we continued several miles looking for one of those myriad of small paths that connect to the Appalachian Trail. As we drove. Looking out of the window I saw Valerie’s car parked outside and so was HIS. I went downstairs and into the kitchen and there was no-one there, I suddenly heard a noise from the cellar so I walked quietly down the steps and I peaked round the door and it looked like I’d got there just in time. Valerie was sitting on the washer as mum was licking her, as mum was been fucked from behind by HIM.Valerie was groaning and I’d only been there a minute or so when Val said “Oh God ****** I’m coming” as.