"Most definitely," I answered truthfully. "I've been looking forward to this for weeks now."
"Perfect," exclaimed Sophia. "This will be so great. Something I've imagined and wanted to happen in real life."
"In real life?" I asked. "What do you mean?"
Sophia bit the corner of her lip. "Um, I hope it's ok, but Mom told me that you liked her pics and the one you got of me, and... well, that you get turned on by them."
I raised an eyebrow and looked at my wife.
Angeline shrugged. "We were talking, and Sophia was worried that you might be upset by seeing her graphic pictures, even if you accepted our erotic relationship. I reassured her and told her I was certain you thought the whole idea of our taking sex pics was hot, not upsetting. That is correct, isn't it?"
"You know it is," I said, a twinkle in my eyes. I turned to Sophia. "And, you sound more than ok with me seeing them; you said you've looked forward to it. Why is that?"
Sophie grinned mischievously. "I think about you getting turned on looking at my naked photos, the way you got turned on looking at Mom's pics. It's flattering and exciting for me to have a handsome, sexy man look at and appreciate me as a woman, as feminine and hot." She nodded. "So when I said in real life, I meant you actually looking at my pics with us and reacting instead of just imagining you doing so."
My cock instinctively stirred at Sophia's words without my being startled by her openness. I think I was finally getting used to her overt sexuality by that point.
I nodded to my daughter. "Can't deny I find you—like your Mother—sexy and gorgeous." I regarded her a moment. I decided to probe directly and possibly get her a little off-balance for a change. "So, when you say it's exciting when you think about me getting turned on by your photos, how excited do you mean?"
Sophia absent-mindedly licked her lips. "Like, orgasm-level excited. I imagine you looking at me, naked, my nipples erect and my pussy open and wet, and that you get hard and think about what it would feel like to touch me, to lick me, to fuck me; I cum so hard at that fantasy."
Turns out, I wasn't used to my daughter's overt sexuality after all. "I um, wow, that is ... quite excited," I stammered. Fuck, she gets off thinking about me wanting to touch—to fuck—her. And she's telling me that. Out loud. Maybe it's not only her Mom she fantasizes about.
Fortunately, I recovered from my momentary disconcertment. "Glad I can be so inspirational," I chuckled.
I looked at my wife and daughter. "So, where are these legendary photographs? Let's have a look." I was already three-quarters erect, and we hadn't even started looking at the pictures.
Angeline smiled and brought out her iPad. "Thought they'd be easier to see on this instead of huddling around a phone's little screen."
"Brilliant as well as beautiful," I said. "And you conveniently seem to have come prepared," I added with a hint of smirk." Angeline gave me a mischievous wink.
We pulled our chairs together and set the iPad on a table. Huddled together around the slightly larger little screen.
Angeline tapped her iPad and opened a folder with the photos. "Now, to warn you," she began. "I'm nowhere near as good a photographer as Sophia." She smiled at our daughter. "Luckily for us, our model more than makes up for any technical or artistic shortcomings here. She's a natural in front of a camera—I guess that means she's great on both sides of the lens."
The first few pics were fairly innocuous: Sophia was topless by the pool, standing, sunning, or waist-deep in the water. She was always gorgeous, though. The sun reflected off the water droplets clinging to her arms, breasts, and shoulders, making it look like her skin was coated in tiny sparkling diamonds. Her dark pink nipples stood erect, and her areolae were crinkled in the open air. She had no visible tan lines on her tits.
We flipped through the photos, commenting and admiring Sophia's poses, body, and, eventually, her manifest sexuality. The pictures were taken by the pool, kitchen, living room, bathroom, and bedroom. They weren't framed or lighted as artistically as the ones Sophia took of her Mother but were all alluring and arousing. Sophia was entirely naked in all of them.
Despite seeing nothing new, I was fully hard after the third photo.
I'd seen the pictures many times since I'd copied them from Angeline's phone weeks before, but looking at them with my wife and daughter added an erotic dimension exponentially greater than expected. Occasionally, Sophia or Angeline would lean over and point at something, causing their arm or breasts to brush against me. I was very aware of their closeness, their femininity, and their sexuality. Our comments and observations grew more graphic as we went through the pics. More sexual. More lewd.
Sophia pointed out the photo she and her Mother had chosen to send to me and told me it was one of her favorites. I could understand why. It was explicit but not obscenely graphic. It showed enough to imagine what her pussy would look and feel like close up without being gynecological.
If I had a poor imagination, other pictures would have addressed that shortcoming, as they were more graphic. Like two of her Mother's photos, some showed my daughter's legs spread wide and her pussy open. A couple had her fingering herself, and one had a large purple dildo pressed into her vagina. I'd wanked off over the dildo pic a couple times once I got past my incest-is-wrong reservations about seeing my daughter pornographically naked.
After we finished viewing, critiquing, and enjoying Sophia's sexy pics, the three of us were feeling various degrees of horny. My dick pressed painfully in my pants; I'd been rock hard for over 30 minutes. Based on the flushed skin and sexually oriented banter, both Angeline and Sophia were also highly aroused.
"Wow, that was incredible," I sighed. "You too are so damn sexy—too sexy for your bodies, as the song goes. The pictures are erotic in themselves, but the mental image of the two of you parading around starkers, taking naughty pics of each other, is just, well, too hot for words."
Angeline stroked my thigh and across my painful bulge. "Very hot, it seems. Poor baby, so hard and squished up in there. Does that hurt when you get like that in tight pants?" Surprisingly, I had no qualms about that happening in front of our daughter.
"Sometimes, yeah," I chuckled. "Depends on what I'm wearing and how aroused I am."
"How aroused are you right now, Daddy?" Sophia asked playfully. "I agree it must be painful—doesn't seem like your pants give you enough space. You look huge from what I see."
"You two aren't really helping here," I said dryly. Fuck, my wife and daughter are staring at and talking about my hard-on. This is crazy. Crazy sexy.
"I'd say very aroused," Angeline said with an evil gleam in her eyes. She stroked my crotch and squeezed my cock through my shorts.
"You should take it out," Sophia said suddenly. "Give it some fresh air."
Angeline and I didn't move. Our eyes met; our bantering and teasing froze in mid-thought.
"Wha—?" I tried to speak. Is she serious? Or just yanking my chain?
Angeline silently shifted her eyes between Sophia and me. I'm sure her mind raced, as mine did.
I stared at my daughter as if trying to read her mind and discern some nefarious scheme or setup behind her words. I wasn't successful. I think she's serious. Fuck.
"It's ok, Dad," Sophia said. "You'll feel more comfortable, and it's totally natural and normal for a man to react like that. Nothing to be ashamed of." She shrugged and looked around the garden. "It's fine; no one can see us—we're all alone out here."
I was flummoxed. I wasn't ashamed of having an erection or worried about someone else seeing us. I struggled with Sophia's words' implications, assumptions, and innuendo. My nineteen-year-old daughter was counseling me on healthy and natural physical reactions and acceptance of the human body. Me, for Christ's sake. I'm the one who taught her that. And I'm not ashamed... I'm just... fuck. I don't know.
"Look at it this way," Sophia pressed on. "Mom's seen you hard probably thousands of times. I've seen you naked my whole life. You've seen Mom every way, of course, 'cause you two fuck all the time. And you've seen me totally naked in person and in my pics. It's only fair; you've seen me aroused and explicitly displayed, and I don't even get to see you with a normal, everyday boner."
My mind raced. Myriad thoughts, emotions, and feelings surged through me. It wasn't like my daughter was trying to seduce me or come on to me. I think. She was just being curious and helpful—in her own way.
I looked at Angeline; she shrugged at me with an "up to you" expression. Sophia stared at me with light and hope in her eyes.
I mentally weighed the situation. Professed "naturalness" versus undeniable sexual—and taboo—implications. I suppose it can't hurt; just getting naked as usual by the pool. Except at night... and with a hard-on. In front of my daughter. Which is wrong, I'm told. But it's so hot. I'd be crazy to pass up whatever opportunity this is.
"Well," I began. "I suppose... um, I guess—"
"Look," Sophia interrupted. "If it makes you more comfortable, you don't have to be the only one showing some skin." She pulled off her t-shirt as she spoke. She was not wearing a bra. "Nothing to be ashamed of here."
Sophia sat up and arched her back, displaying her boobs to me, and smiled. My daughter's bare tits were works of art. She gently shimmied her shoulders, making her soft mounds wobble. Her nipples hardened, and her areolae constricted in the open air.
My daughter smirked, then bit the corner of her lip. "And besides, I want to see what your dick looks like when it's all hard and erect."
The sight of Sophia's tits and blunt request to see my hard-on caused my poor cock to surge and throb painfully in my pants. Christ, I'm in some sort of bizarro world; my daughter wants to see my boner. Trying to convince me to show her. This is freaky. And a turn-on. But... should I? Oh, fuck, what the hell.
My dick was so hard; if I didn't release myself, I was sure I'd suffer irreparable harm. "Fine," I said, standing to comply and unbuttoning my shorts.
"Let me help you, Dear," Angeline interjected with mock sweetness. She replaced my hands with hers. Fished out my rock-hard dick with one hand and tugged my shorts down with the other. My erection pulsated as my wife held it out in the open air.
My dick was delighted and grateful to be set free from its fabric prison, where it had been suffering terribly. Angeline held my erect penis at its base—aimed it in different directions as if presenting it for viewing and judgment. Which wasn't far off, judging from the hunger and appreciation in my daughter's eyes.
"Aah, so much better," I sighed. Smiled at my daughter. "Good idea. Very good."
"Damn, Dad, it's... wow, gorgeous," Sophia whispered. "So thick and, um, meaty. And so... hard. Explains the term, 'iron rods.' No wonder Mom loves to suck, stroke, and fuck you all the time. And why she says your cock is a perfect fit for her." Sophia looked at me with a glint in her eyes, then exhaled with a breezy whistling sound. "Mom's a lucky woman."
In the back of my mind, I knew Sophia had seen, touched, and been fucked by other cocks, so her expressions of appreciation might have been somewhat contrived—but I didn't dwell on that and went with the flow. My sexy daughter's words of admiration and hungry gaze at seeing my hard-on caused my now-throbbing erection to throb and swell even fuller.
I stood a moment, bottomless, with my dick in my wife's hand and my topless daughter sitting just feet away. It felt like time had slowed; any movement was imperceptible. Sophia was apparently captivated by my manhood, staring at it as if it were a fascinating exotic animal that she'd never seen before. I wasn't sure what to do and started feeling awkward.
Angeline continued holding my cock. "Yes, it is wonderful, isn't it?" She said to Sophia. "Strong, thick muscle under velvety soft skin." Angeline started slowly rubbing her hand up along my length. She rubbed her thumb over my cock head and smeared drops of pre-cum that had leaked out in gentle circles around my sensitive tip.
I took a deep breath and sighed with pleasure. I had no idea what was happening or what would happen, but I was able to let my nascent awkward feelings drift away and just enjoy the moment.
"It's just how you described it, Mom," Sophia said. "When you told us what it felt like to touch, hold, and stroke Dad's cock." She leaned closer, scrutinizing me. "The long vein on the side is pulsing—I can see it. Wow. I've never seen someone else touching a cock up close before."
Sophia looked at her Mother. "Stroke it up and down now, Mom. Show me how you move with it. How you love to play with it." She sighed. "Mmm, this is so hot."
"Yes, so hot," I murmured in agreement as Angeline started slowly stroking my cock up and down and occasionally twisting her hand around as she did. "Your Mom has the perfect touch," I said breathily. "If I hadn't been rock-hard before she touched me, I would've been in seconds."
"That's wild," Sophia said, her eyes glued to her Mother's hand gripping and jerking my dick. "It's like it's alive, pulsing in your hand."
"It is alive," Angeline commented. "Very much alive, powerful, and ever so fun to play with."
"Mmm, and so fun to watch you play with it," Sophia added.
Standing half-naked, with my wife essentially demonstrating a hand job to our daughter, I should have felt uncomfortable or self-conscious. But oddly, I didn't. It seemed the natural and right thing to do at the moment. Natural and really, really erotic.
With a flash of understanding, I finally comprehended Sophia and Angeline's unique connection and relationship. I didn't stop the sexual activities because they somehow felt right—just as my wife hadn't stopped with our daughter. This is incredible, like a wild dream.
"I want to see you kiss it, Mom; take Dad's dick in your mouth," Sophia said. "Like you described, how you pull it into your warm, wet mouth and suck, lick, and kiss it."
Little bells of joy rang in the back of my mind at my daughter's request. I intrinsically knew that Angeline would comply and give me a blowjob. And if we went there, there would not likely be any stopping the inevitable once our momentum was built. Fucking hell, at this rate, we might even have sex right here, in front of our daughter. This is crazy—mind-blowing.
Angeline did not disappoint our daughter. Or me. Still gripping the base of my shaft, she licked up my length, from my balls up and around my tip. She swirled her tongue around my cock head, lightly flicking in on my sensitive frenulum below the helmet before dipping my tip between her lips. She wet my cock head and down the shaft with generous globs of saliva, making my whole dick wet and slippery. Then she slid first the head, then several inches into her mouth. Her lips formed a suction as her tongue continued to swirl and lick.
I glanced down and saw Sophia leaning in, closely watching from less than two feet away. Her breathing was rapid, and she held her tongue against her upper lip. Her eyes were wide with excitement, riveted to her Mom's oral ministrations.
I moaned with pleasure. Angeline began sliding my length in and out of her mouth while stroking my shaft with her hand. She cupped my balls with her other hand, gently rolling and tugging, stretching and releasing my ball sack. She took me as far into her mouth as possible without gagging and kept a comfortable rhythm that would not push me too fast and make me cum, but still give maximum pleasure.
My breath was slightly ragged. I exhaled deeply. "Mmm, oh God. Sophia, your Mom can really suck dick. She's a true master of the art."
"Thhmank ywoo," Angeline mumbled around my penis. She enveloped my throbbing cock with her lips and mouth for another minute or so, then gradually slid me out until only her lips caressed the helmet.
My entire cock shimmered with her saliva and pulsed with pleasure at her touch. I felt the coolness of the air on my wet skin. Angeline held just the tip against her lips as she stroked along my whole length several times. Then she pulled her lips away and smiled at me. Then she smiled at Sophia, who sat enthralled, closely scrutinizing our sexual demonstration. Sophia and I both smiled back.
"God, I'm horny," Angeline muttered as she continued gently stroking my cock. "All this talk, and pictures, and fantasies... whew."
Angeline and our daughter locked eyes intensely for several seconds. As if telepathically communing together.
Then, Angeline slowly smiled. Her eyes were shining with mischief and arousal.
A broad grin spread across Sophia's face; her eyes lit up, and she nodded excitedly.
"Oh, god, yes, please. I want to see," Our daughter said. She closed her eyes, breathed deeply, and exhaled. Then, she looked at her Mother. "I've dreamed so long, so many times, of seeing you and Dad fucking, his cock pressing into your wet pussy, imagining how it must feel for each of you." She bit her lip and sat eagerly in anticipation.
M balls contracted, and my dick lurched at my daughter's words. I finally wasn't taken aback by her explicit description—just aroused by it. I looked at my beautiful wife and daughter and felt nothing but joy. Well, not only joy. Also arousal. I was exceedingly horny. I would have done just about anything they asked just then.
I pulled off my shirt and tossed it onto a chair. Stood naked before my wife and daughter with a raging hard-on. Then I lifted Angeline to her feet and pulled her into me, our whole bodies pressed together. She was still fully dressed against my bare skin. We kissed gently—tenderly, without rush—then more fervently. She kept her hand on my dick between us the entire time.
I stepped back and met Angeline's eyes, then Sophia's. "Seems like someone is a bit overdressed here," I said, smiling.
"Definitely overdressed," Sophia concurred. "Though with Mom, anything more than naked is overdressed as far as I'm concerned. I could just watch her all day, naked and beautiful."
"Wholeheartedly agree," I said with a grin. I grasped the bottom of Angeline's tank top and lifted it up and off—like daughter, like Mother, no bra. Took a minute to gaze at my wife's magnificent breasts. Kissed each erect nipple, adding a couple tiny sucks for good measure. I'm very considerate that way.
"So lucky, mmm," Sophia muttered, her eyes fixated on us. "To have each other and for me to have you as my parents."
I felt a warm rush of pleasure and silently concurred with my daughter's sentiment.
Next, I looped my thumbs at Angeline's waistband. I slowly slid her shorts and panties down together, revealing her glorious body bit by bit. First, her small patch of dark pubic hair appeared like a little heart on her mons, followed by her bare, puffy labia and toned thighs. Gravity took over; her shorts dropped to her ankles, and Angeline stepped out. We embraced again, this time both naked.
I shuffled forward, guiding Angeline backward to a lounger. Angeline sat, then leaned back. She parted her legs, revealing the wavy flesh of her inner lips guarding the gateway to her vagina. My eyes flared with arousal, and I stroked my still-hard cock a couple times. I looked over and studied our daughter for a moment.
Topless from when she coaxed me to pull out my cock, Sophia sat on the edge of a chair beside her Mother's and leaned forward eagerly. Our daughter leisurely caressed her naked breasts and teased her fingertips around her nipples as she watched, then licked her lips as if sitting down for a fine meal. Her body radiated heat with arousal and anticipation.
Sophia abruptly turned and met my gaze as if she sensed I was looking at her. She smiled. "God, this is a fantasy come true for me, one I've had since even before you two first described how you each felt fucking each other. But I never thought I'd see anything like this in real life—especially so close." Her body shuddered, causing her breasts to quiver; my cock let me know it enjoyed that by pulsing in my hand.
I took a final look at Sophia, whose focus had returned to her Mother. My focus likewise shifted; Angeline leaned back on her elbows, impatiently waiting for me to enter her. To fuck her, right then, in front of Sophia. In front of our horny daughter. I knelt on the lounger between Angeline's spread legs. My erect cock jutted out and throbbed in the open air, seeking its prize.
My exquisite wife's nether lips were swollen, and her entire pussy was sopping wet with arousal. Her delicate inner lips had peeled apart and looked like butterfly wings inviting an entrance to her tunnel. Lights from the pool area made Angeline's body glisten magically. She was beautiful and ready to fuck.
I pressed the tip of my cock between Angeline's puffy labia and moved it around in her juices, lubricating it. Sophia leaned in closer as I pressed the tip of my dick into the entrance of her Mom's wet pussy. I paused a moment, and Sophia looked up at me; her eyes were wide with arousal and fascination. I smiled and nodded at my beautiful daughter. Then, I turned my focus back to my imminent penetration of her Mother—my wife.
My dick pressed into Angeline, spreading open her labia, which then closed along and gripped my shaft as I pushed further into her wet canal. First, an inch, then halfway. I pulled almost all the way out, leaving just my cock head nestled in her entrance, then firmly slid fully inside her until our pelvises kissed.
Sophia was riveted to the sight of my cock thrusting in and out of her Mother's pussy barely an arms length from her. Sophia's breathing was ragged. She bit her lip and whispered, "So incredible; this is amazing." Our daughter briefly glanced at me with fire in her eyes, then at her Mom's euphoric face. Then, she refocused on the point of our carnal joining.
Sophia's tongue darted along her teeth. Without breaking her gaze on our conjoined genitals, she wriggled her hand under the waistband of her shorts, presumably to better reach her own sodden pussy. She absently pulled and rolled her erect nipples as she watched my cock sliding in and out of her Mother's vagina. My entire dick glistened with my wife's fluids.
"Fuck, this is crazy hot," Sophia panted. "Crazy hot and fucking sexy—way better than I imagined." She stood a moment and pulled off her shorts and thong panties. Her pussy was coated with her fluids, feathery wisps of pubic hair matted with moisture.
Sophia then slipped her hand over her wet pussy and started openly rubbing and teasing her clit and labia. She never took her eyes off our fornication. As Angeline and I fucked, Sophia was close enough to have reached out and touched us. At one point, I thought for a moment she would. I was on such a sexual high that I wouldn't have stopped her, but she didn't cross that line.
My attention was split between my nubile daughter's self-pleasuring and my dick slamming into her Mother. Sophia's eyes glazed with euphoria. She purred, "Mom, that must feel so good, so hot to be filled by Dad's hard cock; mmm, I can imagine how... mmm." Sophia's words drifted into a low moan as she forcefully shoved two fingers into her pussy, spreading and sliding along her quivering vaginal walls.
I watched my naked daughter aggressively finger-fuck herself as I pounded my cock harder and faster into her Mother's pussy. The myriad sights, sounds, and physical sensations caused my balls to roil and my body to quake with sexual energy. Fire began to smolder in my loins, and my mind swam in ecstasy.
Angeline moaned loudly with pleasure as we instinctively moved our bodies together in a synchronized rhythm—a primal, sensual joining. She rubbed her clit vigorously between us and thrust her hips as we fucked, intensifying her sexual stimulation.
I angled my position to afford Sophia the best view of our—her parent's—unrestrained coupling. Seeing our daughter's face hovering above our genitals and knowing she was turned on by seeing my cock pummeling her Mother's pussy sent powerful waves of debauched sexual pleasure through my body. I lost track of how long we swam in rapture like that—it could have been two minutes or ten.
Angeline came first, crying out as her body trembled and her vaginal walls clenched down and rippled along my dick. She arched her back, then contracted her powerful abs, her head thrashing from side to side as I continued thrusting like a piston throughout her climax.
Overwhelmed by the spiraling sensations engulfing me, my orgasm followed soon after. I growled with primal abandon as my ejaculation began its launching sequence from deep in my balls.
Wanting to give our daughter a show, I pulled out as soon as I started to cum. My first surge escaped partly inside my wife's vagina, then continued to spew onto her labia and clit. Once in the open, my erupting dick painted Angeline's pussy, belly, and thighs with rope after rope of viscous cum. As my spasms weakened and diminished, I pressed the tip of my cock between Angeline's labia so my final few twitches oozed semen on and between her nether lips. My ejaculate, mixed with her copious fluids, made a gooey, sexy, wonderful mess on and in my wife's cleft and labia.
Then I flopped down, panting heavily. Almost lost consciousness from sensory overload.
I heard Sophia utter a loud groan. I turned my head and saw her drop to her knees, her naked body visibly trembling. I witnessed the completion and aftermath of my daughter's sensational climax.
"Fucking hell," Sophia gasped. "I just had a tsunami of an orgasm watching you two—I nearly blacked out over here. If you guys could package and sell the raw sexual energy I just experienced, we'd be billionaires."
I was oddly pleased that our daughter got off so spectacularly from watching her parents fuck. The taboo against everything that had just happened enhanced rather than disrupted the experience.
To extend the moment, I sat back up and mushed my semi-flaccid cock head between Angeline's sodden pussy lips. I mixed and smeared the sticky globs of semen-pussy juice mix around her labia, pressed partially back inside her for a moment, then slipped out. A string of gooey cum stretched between my dick and Angeline's pussy, then broke as I finally pulled away.
I looked at Angeline and gave her a stupid smile.
"What are you grinning at, Mr. Man?" Angeline asked playfully.
My smile broadened. "I think this warrants checking off 'seeing us fuck' from a certain 'things I'd love to see' list, wouldn't you say?" I winked. Angeline grinned and nodded.
"What are you two talking about?" Sophia asked suspiciously, looking back and forth from Angeline to me. "Maybe I'm paranoid, but I sense it's about me."
"I won't disagree there," I said with a contented smile. "But it's nothing bad, trust me; just some observations about how sexy, inquisitive, open, and amazing you are."
Sophia looked skeptically at me, then her Mother. "Is that so?" She asked sardonically. Angeline and I nodded, amused.
Sophia shrugged. "Ok, fine. Don't tell me. I'll take your word for it." She looked at us with a mischievous glint. "So, you think my sexual openness and curiosity are amazing."
Angeline and I glanced at each other. I nodded cautiously, "Yes... I suppose so," I said. Sophia looked at her Mother, who nodded silently.
"All right, then. Goody for me," Sophia said enthusiastically. "There's one more thing I simply must do here, then."
Mesmerized, we watched Sophia trace her fingers across her Mother's mons, through her patch of pubic hair, and up over her belly—collecting a sizable glob of my cum. Sophia raised her fingers to her lips and touched the tip of her tongue to my sticky ejaculate. She snaked a drop of semen into her mouth, then pressed her lips together and made tiny pulsing smacks as if tasting a fine wine.
Then, to our amazement, she engulfed her fingers and sucked them clean as if giving a blowjob. Sophia smiled at us, then exaggeratedly licked and loudly smacked her lips. "Mmm, numm. Tangy, slightly salty, and sweet." She looked at her Mother. "No wonder you enjoy sucking Dad's cock; such a tasty treat at the end."
Sophia sat back in her chair and stretched languorously, then ran her hands down her naked body, over her breasts, and stopped with them resting between her legs. Gave a mischievous and decidedly naughty grin.
Our licentious naked daughter then abruptly stood, blew us a kiss, and turned to the house. She arched her back, looked over her shoulder, and wiggled her ass suggestively. "Really loved the show. I mean, really, really loved it. I'm gonna remember this forever." She winked—yes actually winked—at us. "Starting as soon as I get to my room. Got some... 'things' to take care of now."
With a sense of deja vu, my wife and I watched our gorgeous daughter again walk naked from us.
For once, not even Angeline managed anything to say.