" About time. You want to know why I was angry?" Yeah, tell me." You should be able to guess, really." I should? Why is that?" Because, Tim, you just ...admitted that you did it." Vivian, you're not making sense. Did what?" Ignored me." Hardly surprising, after what you did, is it?" No dummy, not then. Before." Before what?" Oh, you're not much use this late, are you? Before I dobbed you in for getting it on with that girl..." I didn't get..." ... while I wanted you..." ... it on..." ... to get it. "Well there's also this." I wiggled my fingers back and forth inside her and started rubbing up and down on her clit. I felt as if my wife was whipering in my ear telling me how to keep her happy the first time I had masturbated her. "Of course nothing compares to this." I leaned in and replaced my fingers on her clit with my tounge. Well this went way beyond any teaching method, it had gone from hands on to mouth on. And I didn't care at this point. All I knew was I had to make my daughter. After fifteen minutes she grinned and asked me if I was feeling it or not. I was but I didn’t want to admit that I had those pleasure sensations too.We lost track of time that afternoon taking turns spanking each other with our hands and sticks. We laughed, we struggled, we cried out in anguish when one of us found a particularly wicked stick or place to stick it! Rory experimented with fresh branches with leaves she pulled off of a tree and discovered the value of the elastic nature of a new. ” “Mmm,” I growled as I rubbed her reddening cheeks, “That’s better.” My hands slid down her ass and I gripped the crotch of her panty hose and ripped them open. She gasped again and whimpering loudly as my fingers found her wet pussy lips waiting for me. I slowly rubbed them up and down. Her body shook and her hips pushed back against my hand. I could smell her sweet aroma as my fingers teased her. I put my hands on her ass cheeks and spread her wide. She arched her back lifting her pussy to.