Maybe 'better' isn't a word that would ever fit into this scenario. How about, 'less horrible'.I was making changes every four or five days since they... were more or less semantic. Change 'beat' to 'hit', 'agony' to 'pain' or 'incapacitated' to 'helpless' and the difference might not seem like much, but it was a difference. Remember too, that our minds work conceptually not literally and the differences had to be insignificant enough that his subconscious wouldn't notice somebody had been. We, were on sex chats regularly on mobile & facebook. One, fine day I got a chance to visit her home again as her mother was going out & she said this news to me a day before. During our chats she is used to say I will have sex only when their no risk of getting caught with others.On that day I took Cadbury chocolates to her home & she already told her mother that I was coming to her home as she has some work with my laptop. so, I took my laptop with me.On that day I visited her home at 11 :30. I stood there gazing at the incredible sight and without thinking about it, I was stroking my cock.I had just fucked my wife, yet here I was with an aching cock in hand preparing to fuck my daughter.I reached down and spread her legs giving me a complete view of her bald pussy. I slid into bed and went down between her legs and began a gentle lapping of the lips of her pussy before my tongue entered her tight sweet hole.Clarice began to squirm as my tongue did its magic. She also started. I looked in the laundry basket again and found another pair of tights with the panties still in them and one of Kathy’s bras. I could smell her perfume on the bra and the slight odour of cigarettes. Kathy is a smoker and watching her suck on a cigarette always turned me on imagining it was my cock. I put her bra on and taking the other pair of tights and panties I walked through to her and her husband’s bedroom. I went to a wardrobe and found Kathy’s clothes and shoes. I picked up the pair.