At first Harold just caressed the gorgeous flesh laid out before him. Then he reached for her crotch and slid two fingers deep into his daughter's quim. His other hand had found her chest and a nipple was in his firm grasp. As he slid his fingers in and out of Heather, she matched his motions with her own, stroking his aching cock through his shorts.

"You must miss Mom a lot," Heather gasped between strokes.

"Of course I do. Why?" Harold asked slowing down, wiggling his fingers inside of her.

"Since she's left you seem to be hard all of the time. I've read a man has needs, but...