The young ladies - Ashlee’s college roommates - splayed out on the floor of our den, covered their eyes and laughed nervously as the killer on the television screen hid himself in the closet of the heroine. I glanced over to see my wife was just as absorbed in the movie. Sensing a chance for fun, I pulled my daughter closer.
Ashlee lay her head on my shoulder, and I slid my hand over her thin pajama top to fondle her firm breast. She let out a soft gasp, and whispered in my ear.
“What if they see us?” she asked.
I put my other finger to my lips to shush her and continued to squeeze her breast, feeling her nipple harden under my thumb. She squirmed as if to move away, and I pinched her just hard enough to get her attention. Ash stifled a moan, before grabbing a blanket at her feet and settling back against me.
I took the blanket from her and spread it over the two of us. Ashlee put one hand on my thigh, and my cock began to stir. Now covered from view, I pulled her pajama top up and cupped her bare tit. I leaned my head down and nuzzled against her neck, nipping at her ear lobe lightly with my teeth.
“You shouldn’t have brought your friends home with you,” I whispered. “I need you, and I’m going to have you.”
“I’m sorry, Daddy,” Ashlee whispered back. “I thought you had to go to Dallas this weekend, or I wouldn’t have brought them. I need you, too.”
I pinched and teased her nipple, then slowly traced my fingers over her tight belly, lifting her “Frozen” pajama shirt higher. The bottoms were loose on her slim hips, and my hand easily slid under the waistband. It had been weeks since I’d touched her, and I was pleased that Ashlee wasn’t wearing panties.
Seeing her voluptuous woman’s body in those innocent little getups was always a thrill, the way the too-small tops could barely contain her tits, the way the thin little pants hugged her curves. What she really enjoyed was sneaking into my room while her mother was showering or downstairs cooking breakfast, wearing those silly footie things, straddling me and grinding against my cock until I unzipped her and freed her tits. Invariably, we ended up with her bent over the edge of the bed, pajamas around her ankles, as I emptied myself into her from behind.
There was no chance of that tonight, but I wasn’t easily dissuaded. I ran my fingers up and down her hip before slipping lower and cupping her fleshy ass. I squeezed and rubbed and lightly dug my nails into her cheek. When I slid a finger into her crack, she let out a barely audible squeak before removing her hand from my thigh and clamping it over her mouth.
I moved lower, until the pad of my finger found her rosebud and flicked at it. I felt her hand back on my thigh, and then she reached up under my loose gym shorts to grasp my throbbing cock. She fondled me slowly as I continued to explore her nether regions under the blanket.