I finally decided to get dressed and went to the kitchen to watch how completely naked Sasha danced around the stove. I must say that after the first drops of hot oil splashed onto her daughter's chest, her enthusiasm waned and she ran into the room to call her mother to replace her in the kitchen. My daughter didn't want to dress in anything, and Sashenka didn't trust my culinary abilities too much.
Natasha wrapped herself in a robe and quickly came to the rescue, and while she was cooking, Sasha and her gift ran into the hall, where they settled down on the sofa for the action that had already become familiar over the past two days. I followed them, pretending that I really needed to watch TV. Sasha shrugged, moved a little so that I could sit down, and she and Georgiy decided to start. Zhorik's penis stood like a cypress without any additional manipulation.
The sofa was designed for three, but since Sasha's occupation required some room for maneuver, she sat half-turned and her bare thigh touched the hem of my robe. I did not show that such cramped conditions were only a joy for me and reached for the remote control, which lay on the far arm of the sofa. And then my hand completely unconsciously touched my daughter's elastic tits.
I was numb, waiting to see how Sashenka would react to such insolence, albeit unintentional. But she selflessly kissed George's nipples and stomach, while caressing his thighs with her small fingers and not noticing anything around. Obviously, Sasha picked up such techniques from Japanese porn actresses - Natasha never kissed my nipples.
Since Sasha was not distracted by my accidental touch, I decided to muster up the courage to go a little further, hoping to attribute everything in case of failure to an attempt to get the remote control. My hands slid over her breasts again, this time lingering in the area of my daughter's pointy nipples. Licking my lips, I pushed my hand up, pretending to be reaching for the remote control, but in fact enjoying the friction against Sashenka's quivering breasts.
And then suddenly my hand came across something else - pulsating and hot. I imagined with horror what it could be and pulled my palm away as if from a burn. At this point Sasha couldn't help but notice this.
- Dad? -- She looked away from Zhora's navel and looked at me questioningly. Georgy, by the way, also apparently felt my touch, since his look was no less surprised than his daughter's.
"Uh... Yes, I wanted to get the remote control," I muttered hoarsely.
"I could have just said it," my daughter said calmly. She took the TV remote control and handed it to me.
"I didn't want to distract you," I shrugged guiltily, turning on the TV. My daughter looked at me again, this time, it seemed to me, her gaze was no longer questioning, but with fully formed suspicion. And then Sashenka looked down and gasped.
- What else is this, dad? Are you excited by watching me give Zhora a blowjob? Ugh, how disgusting that is! -- the daughter's voice showed despair and amazement. This was the worst possible reaction - Natasha was right! But I haven't even said anything to Sashenka about my depraved desires, it's scary to even imagine how she would react if she knew what was going on in my head.
- No, what are you talking about, daughter! It's just a morning boner. It happens.
"But you just had sex with your mom!"
"Uh, well, I..." no excuses came into my head anymore and I turned my gaze to the screen. There, a pretty announcer read out the weather forecast.
"In general, I got into a weather forecast... I like, you know, girls in dresses," my babble sounded simply funny, but I couldn't stop. - Don't tell mom! - I added.
My daughter snorted and once again glanced sideways at my penis, which was clearly peeking out from under the hem of my robe.
- We'll talk later, dad! - Sashenka said in a tense voice, leaning towards Zhorik again. And I pretended that I was very interested in the presenter, who was walking along the map of the country, telling where it would rain. We were promised clear weather.
Meanwhile, Sasha moved from George's stomach and chest to the most interesting places. I, without hiding, watched how she touched the top of my colleague's penis with her tongue, how she walked with her lips along its entire length, how she smiled before hugging the pulsating shaft with her mouth. Zhorik, meanwhile, put his large palms on my daughter's chest, right where my hand had just been. In addition to the pleasure of contemplating this picture, I suddenly felt a strange pang of jealousy. And Zhora fully enjoyed every moment, he was pushing the girl's mounds with all his might, breathing intermittently and shuddering when Sasha absorbed his flesh with distinct sobs and smacking.
I wanted to look away, but he seemed to be glued to this fantastic scene. And then the daughter tilted her charming blond head a little so that Zhorik's dick protruded her cheek nicely. At this point I couldn't stand it anymore, I grunted and came right into my robe.
"For the second time in two days," I thought and was about to retreat to the bathroom, when suddenly my daughter pulled away from George with a smacking sound, inhaling air, then sat down on his penis again, turned to me and asked:
- Faf, why are you loofing so ftrange?
"Dad, why are you looking so strange?" -- I mentally deciphered her words and answered:
- Yes, it's not strange at all. I'm interested in how you learn, what movements you use. For example, when you let him on the cheek, it looks very funny, Zhora is probably just delighted.
The daughter giggled and turned her gaze to George. He simply languished with pleasure, but was in no hurry, as last time, to put his finger on the back of Sashenka's head, forcing her to take it deeper - his hands kneaded and tormented the girl's breasts, obviously, he hoped that his daughter would figure out to impale herself on the dick harder. Or maybe he was quite satisfied with the depth of penetration into Sasha's mouth - who knows?
But Sasha came up with a plan. She released the penis again, this time the smacking sound was less distinct.
"Dad, since you're here anyway, won't you help me?" -- While my daughter was saying this, she furtively glanced down at the hem of my robe. But due to the fact that I had just finished, she didn't see anything criminal there this time.
"Of course, daughter, say whatever you want," I didn't bend my heart. Now I was ready to do anything to justify my presence and erection.
"Well, in general, as you can see, Zhora is now caressing my breasts," as if illustrating her words, Georgy began to twist Sasha's papillae and squeeze her mounds with his fingers even more strongly.
