Andy had been berating himself for days, but whatever he did, he couldn't get the thought or picture of his two teenage daughters playing about on his bed with his late wife's vibrator out of his head.

Just this morning during his shower the mental picture of Lucy's dribbling pussy had leapt into his head and he had reached for his swollen cock, quietly muttering her name as he brought himself off. How he would have loved for her to walk in as he masturbated, loved to shown his sweet young daughter his manhood, loved for her to touch it, kiss it, suck it.

Now the girls were out, shopping with friends and he was in Jenny's bedroom. The top drawer of her bed-side table was open and before him were several pairs of different coloured panties of all description, lace, cotton, hi-leg, thongs, a myriad of size 12 underwear that he was now rummaging through. He pulled out a very small lace white thong, which it seemed would be hardly worth wearing. He imagined it fitting tightly around