My Daughter Cindy
It would be a couple of weeks before we could finally be alone together to finish what we started. During that time Cindy now pranced around in the mornings wearing short tops with no bra and just her panties, where before she was pretty conservative. It was driving me nuts to watch that sweet little ass of hers swaying around and those little tiny budding tits bounce under her thin fabric shirt. Every time we would be alone in the kitchen for a moment, she would take that opportunity to rub herself up against me, or to quickly take her hand and rub up and down the front of my pajamas, or wiggle her ass at me with her head turned looking at me and smiling. I would usually give her a small smack on …