My daughter's name was Annie and she was turning 17. She had her mother's Californian good looks - sun bleached long blonde hair, baby blue eyes, a sl...im figure. I didnt realise how grown up Annie had become until one morning I was sat at the kitchen table reading the morning paper and my jaw dropped.Annie was wearing a tight black cropped top showing off her slender midriff and white hot pants. She was no longer my little girl who never wanted to leave her daddy's side. Now my little girl was. She wasn’t in the pool, and she wasn’t nearby, so he quickly made his way over to where she had emerged from the forest the first time that he had seen her. If she had come once before, then it was likely that she would do so again, but perhaps he would have to visit at the same time of day to catch her.There was a boulder nearby, and so he placed the folded paper on top of it, making sure that it was conspicuous. He secured it with a small rock to prevent it from being blown away by the wind. He told me he understood. I removed my robe and joined Linda and Sara back in the hot tub. We watched as they each took one of her hands as they walked her down to the barn.Linda asked me if everything was alright. I told her it will be as I pointed to the three of them walking toward the barn. I told her they would work it out between themselves.Sara smiled at me as she asked, ”Damn Kate what the hell are you feeding that girl?”I cupped my own girls with my hands as I told her sort of runs in. She was tentative at first, but as Irene's and Marie's tongues met and joined together with my cockhead in between them, their mutual passion released all of her remaining inhibitions. They swapped tongues and bathed my shaft all over and when their tongues met they'd stop for a moment to intertwine them together or fall into a kiss, but they would soon return together to lick and suckle my cock.When Irene could sense that I couldn't hold back any more, she caressed Marie's head and guided her.