Her encouragement was not needed. Frank was reveling in the feel of his daughter's firm breast in his mouth, her pliant mound under his squeezing fingers. He was loving the scent of her skin as he sucked and licked her. And he was enjoying her writhing beneath him, her body squirming, her back arching. For long moments he continued suckling her tit. His tongue swirled over and over the flesh in his mouth, stroking the swollen nipple.

Then he pulled himself away, lifting his mouth from the one nipple to quickly drop it toward her other. As he locked his lips over that nipple her body shifted to shove it...