<hr/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: times new roman;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 11pt;"><em><strong>Name:</strong> Andrea “Andi” Spalding <strong>Location:</strong> Just two girls… <strong>Tags:</strong>Chanel</em></span></span><br/><hr/><div class="floatright">(http://i.imgur.com/nRxknSt.jpg)</div><br/>As I stood back against the kitchen counter, watching Chanel, sipping my wine, the thought of how much I needed to fuck my wife and get off tonight floated up into my consciousness. The monotony of dinner, getting the family fed, dealing with the pleasantries of everyone being home took precedence before I could cum.<br/><br/>Right in Ali’s mouth.<br/><br/>My thighs clenched together and fingers tightened around the wineglass as Chanel’s eyes roamed over my body. Almost like a caress. I knew she was looking at my hardened nipples. And as I bit my lip, I realized the look was mirrored in my daughter’s face. I quickly dropped the gaze and straightened. My intention had been to bid her goodnight, or talk to her about tomorrow, or do anything other than turn the conversation towards the subject she meant it to go when her words stopped me in my barefoot tracks.<br/><br/>It seems Chanel had inherited my penchant for being direct and bringing up the elephant in the room.<br/><br/>Instantly, I knew my eyebrows were reaching my hairline. She’d surprised me. Something not many people could accomplish readily enough to render me speechless. I set my wineglass down before I dropped it at the shock of what was happening.<br/>But Chanel barreled on. Playful. Teasing. And I recognized she was baiting me. To a point. It was something Chanel excelled at. Probably because her mother and I could tease with the best of them as well.<br/><br/>The little tart.<br/><br/>Moving forward slowly, I made no move to cover myself up. To block my body from her words. Instead, I crowded the space she occupied. Stood next to her chair so my bra-clad breasts were level with her face. My right hand crept out and swept a few of Chanel’s locks over her bare shoulder, while my left braced against the table she still sat at. I knew Chanel wasn’t completely an innocent. The girl was beautiful, popular, and had been desired by men since she’d turned 16. I just hadn’t realized how much she liked the sexual attention until now.<br/><br/><strong>“My dear babygirl…”</strong>I said softly, a ghost of a smile, one that was almost predatory and no doubt matched ones Reese had thrown around once or twice. The tone in my voice brooked no defiance as well.<strong>“Just how would you know about the size of your brother’s cock?”</strong><br/><br/>