She wasn't surprised when he kneeled on the bed and his hands immediately went to her big tits. Every boy always wanted to touch her tits. Now she could feel her father stroking her tits through her sweater and making them, even bigger and harder.

"God, what a pair," he moaned. "Your mother never had a pair as nice as yours."

Melody shivered as her father peeled her sweater up over her head. His eyes feasted on her beautifully shaped tits. He was taking his time.

She couldn't stand it any longer. She grabbed both his hands and pulled them up to her body.

"Play with my tits," Melody whispered. "They're so hot. I want you to play with them!"

Her father began stroking her sensitive titflesh. She could feel warm vibrations of pleasure going through her body each time her father's fingers touched her tits.

"That feels so good," she moaned. "Oh, Dad, you really know how to make me feel good!"

Boys had touched her tits before, but it had never been like this. The boys had always managed to cop a feel in the back seat of a crowded school bus, or in her living room. They had never done much more than stroke her a little bit. So she had never found out how really sensitive her tits were. Until now!

Then her father did something different. His head went lower, and she could feel his hot breath blowing against her nipple. Her pink bud was already rigid, but now she could feel it aching.

"It's been a long time, baby," he said. "A long time since I got a chance to suck on a pair like this."

She moaned. He licked her nipple, and she felt her body responding, flashes of fire coursing through her. She clamped her thighs together as she felt a shameless flood of juice wetting her panties.

"Oh, God, Dad!" she gasped. "I've never felt anything like that."

Her father swirled his tongue around her pink bud and ten gently took it into his mouth. She felt his teeth nipping at her titflesh as she felt him slowly pulling her tit into his mouth.