She left the skirt buttons open up to mid-thigh."That's pretty, all right. Guess I'll be the homely one."I dug out a silk print blouse that has this d...esign of red and blue lines and blocks on a white background. I put on a blue worsted kilt that's mid-thigh with a funny-looking bronze clasp pin Aunt Bessie gave me. I love good things.We both hit the long mirror on the back of the bedroom door at the same time. Anne's neckline showed the beginning of her cleavage. I undid the first three buttons. The sexual tension between them had become almost unbearable these last few months. Bethany was only one when he met her Mom and he adopted her shortly after they were married.For the first fourteen years, they had a normal Father/ Daughter relationship and he helped with all the chores of raising a child while his wife was in her final year of medical school. It was when Britanny turned fifteen a drunken that relative spilt the beans about her being adopted.Britanny questioned her parents and. "What? What do you want, darling," she said in a halting voice. But she knew. He wanted her to do for him what he'd just done for her. How could she refuse?"You know, Julie. Your beautiful mouth, dear. Please?" But? Oh Don? Do I have to?" I won't force you, darling. It's what I want but... I can ask Joan." No darling... I'll do it," and reluctantly Julie had leaned closer, opening her pretty, full-lipped mouth. She couldn't make him... let him go to Joan. And she knew Joan would do this for. I washed and got into my robe in a bathroom at the end of their hallway, then approached their bedroom, standing outside a minute. I could hear them softly working on each other-- him mostly on her, I hoped-- and then knocked once, then twice. She told me to come in, and when I did I found them on the bed, lying naked beside one another. I said, “Okay, this is gonna be fun,” or something like that. His cock was hard and I could see it was just above 5 maybe 6 inches. I’m about 8, and was much.