I managed to play along without blatantly giving myself away; that is until I felt his fingers against my naked pussy lips. Expertly, daddy had slid h...is fingers between the lace of my panties and against my passion button, literally in a simultaneous motion. His masterful exploration of my private world felt sensational. Instinctively, my hips began to lift up out of my seat, rotating in time with his every probe. Revealing whines of anticipating pleasure escaped from between my lips. They really stand out when you wear that." And that worries you?" Shouldn't it? My friends won't give me a minute's peace if they see you in that suit." Damian could tell the conversation was headed down a trail he didn't want to traverse."Your friends, huh? What have they said?" she replied, suddenly aware the room was getting very warm or she was flushed."You know...just boy stuff." Like what? I hope they were being kind," she said, winking at her son."Oh yeah, they wouldn't dare say anything. I'm not lying to you. I'm really not."We were sitting outside in our screened lanai on a hot, summer, Sunday afternoon. Linda lay in the lounge chair beside me nursing her second iced tea. I pretended to be immersed in a new paperback, but couldn't take my eyes off her. Her pale skin didn't tan well, but on weekends she poured herself into these tiny little shorts, I was sure just to keep me horny.Sex on Sunday afternoons had become a ritual for us - for her, really. I'd watch while she pranced. “Do you like my tits?” she asked. I went red and nodded. “Do you want to see them?” she asked; again I nodded. “Then we’d better go upstairs” she said.She seated me on the bed, smiled at me and undid her blouse revealing a white lace bra with a loud “Ta Da!!!”.“If you want to see more, you’ll have to come here and take the bra off” she teased. I got up and walked over and reached around her back for the fastening. Hey, folks, one thing any 16 year old can’t master is to unfasten a bra and.