“Well, since your all hot for your daughter now…”
“Perv!” I hissed, with a low chuckle. XXX And I really didn’t want it to stop.”
I looked between my little wife’s eyes, her flushed cheeks, her nipples still hard, and her hand conspicuously inside the waistband of her scrub pants. Short too, at 5’1”, and probably done growing. Cum splashed across Alice’s cheek, her open mouth, then on her lower lip and chin. Her legs were squeezed tight together. I had only had one rule when gym clothes became common and popular, when my wife and daughter started filling their closets with stuff from Lululemon: Leggings are not clothes. “I hate algebra. She squished her lips to one side, wrinking her nose. Genes and a love of track and field were giving the material a major work out.
