Giving into the spirit of the frolic, Bill began to run his hands over first Julie, then Mary, both their backs and fronts, their tushes and then touching their nipples, kissing the tops of their heads and running his fingers over their nubile mons. Just sweeping strokes over their slippery skin, hugs and sliding caresses, but the sensations were exhilarating to all of them as they felt one another’s bodies. They laughed as the water splashed and the spray spritzed at all angles with the wiggling and squirming pair that orbited the parent. It was a wonder nobody slipped and fell Bill thought with all the zany antics that went on for about fifteen minutes.
“We had better get out before your mother returns, if you don’t want her to know what you two have been up to.” said their father, though he knew that somewhere along the line he would need to have Mollie hear it from him, rather than learn otherwise later on, of this ambitious ambush the girls had staged. He knew that so far things had been only naughty, not over the line, for what he might be allowed by Mollie to dabble with the girl’s sexually. Perhaps it was imprudent, but it had not been his idea, either. Though he admitted to himself, he was a willing victim, if the truth be told.
“I’ll get the towels!” cried Mary, and she slid her side’s door open and scramble out. She went to the linen closet, leaving wet foot prints as a trail. Her exit gave Bill and Julie a few moments alone.
Julie flung her arms around her father in a hug that brought her tender young breasts to his hairy chest and her torso against his, pressing his hard-on between them. She kissed him, with her tongue snaking in and then whispered in his ear, “Daddy, I want some more of being together, like this.” To make things even more clear that she was intending for more intimate contact with her dad, she took his hand and drew it down to her split. She deftly got his middle finger extended in her dainty digits and pressed it into her slippery middle. Bill instinctively sought the entrance to her opening, testing the lubrication of her cavity with the tip of his finger, it was definitely hot and wet from her arousal.
Then Mary reappeared and they each were handed a towel. The madcap caper of the shower shenanigans was over as they dried one another with more laughter and some not so innocent kisses exchanged. Bill was in his old boxers and the girls in their nightgowns by the time Mollie and Billy returned, but they appeared the picture of calm domesticity. However, Mollie could tell that something had transpired while she was out, by the sly looks her daughters exchanged between themselves and the fact that they took pains to be on their best behavior that evening. Bill also had a odd look to his face, but she could quite place what it was conveying. She knew she would discover what it was eventually; likely Bill would illumine her later, he never kept things from her for long.
A Lap’s of Judgment
While Bill was in quite an amorous mood that evening, actually Mollie was a bit tired from housework and the errands she had been running the rest of the day. She suggested that they save their energies for their Saturday morning romp. Bill was supportive as ever and let his bedtime-pass at her pass without asking further, expecting the morning to be all the more of a good time with his spouse. Mollie fell asleep not long after, but her husband was a bit hyper from the lascivious shower his daughters had foisted upon him. He decided to go to the living room and see what was on the late movie.
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