Zina and I shared a few quiet moments then she leaned to me and put her lips on mine. The tip of her tongue fenced lightly with mine for few seconds then she pulled back, “I think mom knows what I was planning.” A shiver of angst ran up my spine, “What do you mean, she knows?” “I think she knows, or suspects. She went with me when I bought the dress and shoes and when I was looking at lingerie she asked, ‘Why are you being so choosy about panties, you going to let your father see teen them?’ I had to deny her, “Oh mom, get real, I just want everything to be new, new dress, interracial new shoes, new underwear.” “You know girl, you’ve been acting like you’re going out with a lover, not your father. You’ve been in the clouds for days, if I didn’t know better, I’d say you’re going to seduce him.” “I had to protest, ‘Mom, he’s my dad, we are celebrating my birthday, not our wedding.” “She countered with, ‘Zina, I don’t know for sure what’s in your head right now, but I’m pretty sure of what you’re feeling. I felt the same way for doggystyle years, every time he came home from a long trip.’ I didn’t rebuff her, my denial got stuck in my mouth so I turned and walked away, acting like she’d insulted me. Mom didn’t say anything more, but I’m pretty sure she knows, she can read me like a large print book sometimes.” My daughter leaned to me, her breasts were resting on my chest, her arms around my neck. I kissed the skin of her shoulder and slipped my hands under her sweater and unlatched her bra. I moved my hand around to cup a breast then pinched the nipple in my fingers. Zina sipped a light breath and put her mouth on mine again. When I broke the kiss she mused, “Maybe she is jealous that I am with you and she isn’t.” “She didn’t act jealous last night, she looked proud of you. You really think blowjob she would want to get back under blankets with me again?” Zina smiled, “Definitely, she’d fall over for you on the spot if you just puffed a light air kiss at her.” “And you, you wouldn’t be jealous?” “Daaaad! You’re not my husband. She’s my mother, you screwed her to conceive me, that alone gives her more shaved rights to your body.” “Exclusive rights?” She chirped a quick laugh, “Not tonight.” I stood from the couch, picked up my daughter then carried her to the bedroom. I set her on the floor where we began grabbing and pulling off cloths, undressing to cool the fever of passion. As the two got closer I noticed the red and green rocks glowing like they had an internal light. I guessed that Dad was under the impression that Shelly was doing all this to watch herself in the closet mirror. They made her turn around and applied the oil again to the front of her body. I pulled interracial my head back then put my mouth over hers blowjob just as I slid a finger into her. “So hard, Mommy!” That you soothe her hurts.” Only my command that Max ‘hold’ him saved his life. He looked back "what was that about?" This is quite NICE. It was like I was on auto-pilot or something. Even their noses were covered, though discreet holes let them breath teen without any trouble. Yeah, he can still drive a golf cart, we’ll be okay, it’s not like it goes 90 or something.” She thumbed off the connection, dropped the phone, rolled her head to me “Dad still thinks you’re an idiot for jacking the cart.” She shook and twitched as she moaned deeply, she squirmed shaved on the bed sheets. doggystyle Carole thought he was charming with a certain boyish appeal. We’ve done it before, me and Baxter, and my mind was burning on repeating what was on the TV with my own dog.