My pretty wife Ann-Christine's twin sister lived in the main city at the south coast of our Scandinavian country and as twins usually are very close; ...they visited each other rather often. Usually those visits were on family level and the few times my wife went without me she always took our kids and sometimes even her mother with her.This time was different. She asked me at a Tuesday evening, "Do you mind if I'm going to see Marie-Louise during the next weekend?" No, not at all because I have. She had a bathrobe on so I couldn't see anything , I brought you some coffee I said and sat it down . She thanked me and told me to get...she hates for me to watch her getting ready. She said it's more exciting for me NOT to know whats under her cloths. And she is right. I was setting at the kitchen table sipping my coffee and reading about what happned last night in the paper when she walked in to the kitchen ready to go. She had on a kackie colored mini ( just about half thigh ) a white. She also didn’t show any signs of difference in her behavior towards me after that thinking that I was a small boy. Days rolled on. I started masturbating.While masturbating her melons jumping out of her blouse always came in my mind. I will just think of her boobs and blouse which were wonderful in the breezy air. I started watching her bathing through the door hole. She always tied her petticoat over her boobs while bathing. It would reveal her upper portion of boobs and thighs. When she is. Vikki could see her dad’s eyes were closed, he was trying to concentrate. She watched him for a couple of minutes, her excitement growing at knowing what her dad was doing and before she knew it she was pulling the duvet off the bed.An involuntary gasp escaped her lips at the sight of her father’s huge member being gripped and tugged by his large hands.”What the?” Will started”Sorry daddy I just wanted to see you were doing ok””Thank you baby, but we promised that I’d do it myself from now.