With her comment still fresh in my mind I didn't finish the job off and decided to keep it for later. I pulled on a pair of jogging pants and grabbed a t-shirt before going to the bathroom for a quick pee and a wash.

My dick was still swinging uncomfortably in the loose joggers when I walked into the kitchen.

"Well, well, well!" I whistled when I saw that my young daughter in law was only wearing a black ribbed vest and a pair of red lacy French knickers or boy-shorts as the young people call them that were peaking out at the bottom.

"What?" She giggled as she...