Her long dark hair cascaded across the pillow and her full red lips were slightly parted in an inviting way. I was less entertained as I sat with my tablet dredging through a backlog of tedious technical work emails. I put my arm around her waist as she stood by me. She finished up breakfast and disappeared back to her bedroom. “But first….I want to know which one of our daughters you would rather fuck?” I paused. A pristine white top, figure hugging to show off her sports bra underneath, one of her many pairs of Nike shoes and a short skirt. It was Saturday and 9.45am was early for Emily. They ate well, dressed stylishly and fashionably and smelled impeccably. Just a very little. Would you like to play with those small titties and bite those nipples? “What time will you be back?” Her mother asked. Julia and I lay in bed watching the end titles of the late movie and as I reached for the remote so she reached for my dick. She trudged upstairs.
