Startled with his own reaction to his daughter’s beauty, he felt his cock stiffen. What in the hell? he thought. Sure he had thought of his daughter... as pretty for years, but he never had such a strong urge to have sex with her as he did right now. He’d thought about it before but knew how inappropriate it was.As conservative as Macy seemed, she thought about how attractive her father was often, especially in the rare occasions she saw him in a suit. Some nights she would take her vibrator out. She slowly turned on the white stilettos, giving Brian a good view of her plump thighs and ass as the tail of the shirt rode up. Brian stared, mouth open and eyes wide as she slowly walked to him and sat in his lap.Her bottom wiggled on his lap as she wrapped her hands around his neck and began to kiss him. She undid the buttons on his shirt with one hand while the other ran through his hair. Brian began pawing at her body as she ran her fingers over his bare chest and began to kiss her way. Sam was a threat to every woman in the F.B.I. Field Office. Like all F.B.I. agents, Sam's style of dress was conservative and immaculate.She always wore a dark tailored jacket, usually expensive white blouses, andeither a matching skirt or slacks. Sam wore panties, pantyhose, and a camisoletop to work every day regardless of her choice of skirt or slacks and she worefootwear that was comfortable at a sprint or during her normal fourteen-hour-workday.Amazingly, Sam didn't own a single set of. "In the gown room, my capes and salon gowns were removed and I againstood there in my lingerie. Janet moved to me and began to insertsomething in my bra. She smiled and said that they were only b-sizedbreast forms. They had been hers when she was impatiently waiting forher figure to develop. She thought I would like to use them. Ilooked down at my new shape and smiled at her and thanked her for herkindness. I then put on her dress, a nice green silk sheath print.It fit my new shape.