"Well, days passed and everytime I remembered the laundry room scene, my dickwould jump!I wanted to create the right time and occasion so that she wil...l tell meabout it on her own.On many occasions I mentioned to her that it will be perfectly OK for me ifshe liked to do it with any man of her choice. She has my full permissionand I would not be jealous. I would even be happier and more excited thanever.I asked her if she had anybody in mind. created some romantic atmospheres,etc. etc. etc. and. I ... I was okay until I realized what this must be doing to you. Now, though ... It has to stop, don't you think?"Aunt Karen stared at me, for a few seconds, with her head tilted slightly to one side while I struggled to keep my focus from wandering down her naked body. Her skin was starting to take on some color, already, and the lighter stripe her bikini bottom was leaving, around her waist and framing her hairless vulva, tugged at my eyes."Let me judge what this," she waved an arm,. Lana moved her hand up, sandwiched her clit between the first knuckles of her first and second fingers and pressed them against her extended nub.Slowly, at first, she rubbed that most sensitive piece of flesh, but soon picked up speed. Her breaths came in short bursts of expelled air. She knew it wasn't right, but all she could think about was her dad and his hard cock. Right or wrong, she was fast approaching the point of no return.She gave in to her fantasy and began to wonder what it would. Stephen took a look at his reflection in the mirror and gasped. "I thinkhe likes it," Candi said proudly. Stephen hated to admit it but helooked stunning.In fact, he hardly recognised himself. His once short black hair hadbeen completely transformed. It was now a dark red and had been styledinto a beehive. Stephen also noticed that he was wearing makeup. He woredark blue eye-shadow and over his lips he wore a thick coat of dark redlipstick."So dear," Richard said coming up behind him. "What do.