I couldn't help but moan, overcome by my daughter's touch -- and when she smiled, I knew that she'd planned for me to respond that way. I was quiverin...g inside, heart pounding frantically. Was my teenage daughter really coming on to me? She slowly worked her way down to my bikini bottoms, rubbing the sweet-scented oil into my tummy. My pussy was so wet that I was certain Becky could see it through my suit by now. Then my daughter grasped the waistband of the suit -- the last barrier between me. To make matters worse, Gabby made no pretence whatsoever that Alex wasn't just one of several men with whom she regularly fucked. He shared her with lovers whose presence in Gabby's life rarely survived more than a single night. This wasn't the stuff to boost a man's ego, especially one whose score rate was so wretched in comparison.It was mostly because Alex had achieved a small level of success with the women he'd met through internet dating sites that Gabby continued her relationship with. The spare quilt is in that top cupboard and I can’t reach . I said let me put this chair up to the cupboard and I will stand on it and see if I can get the quilt out as I put the chair closer to the cupboard and stood on the chair I was only wearing the small towel . she said don’t fall will you and put her hand on my arse . As I reached up to the cupboard I looked down and I could see my auntie had bent down slightly And was looking up the small towel at my cock . I thought to myself well I’m. They were both still asleep so I left a note saying that I was going to pop home for a shower and a change of clothing. I also wanted to make some phone calls. I got home about two in the afternoon. I was starting to feel really tired but a shower did wonders for me. I looked at the clock to work out the time in Vancouver where my mother now lived. It was just after three in the afternoon here in London, which would make it about seven in the morning there. I was just about to ring her with the.