"Well, I'm not a child, you know."

He gazed down at her crotch now. She had her legs wide open, and she was conscious of how her cunt-mound bulged through the thin material of her bikini.

"You certainly aren't."

"Do you do it with my mother?"

A deep flush came to his face. "You shouldn't ask me about your mother and me."

"Why not. Sex is natural and normal. Why can't I ask you about what's natural and normal?"

"Yeah," he said hoarsely.

Angie giggled. "I knew it! Don't be embarrassed, Daddy Joe!"

Joe looked away. He seemed annoyed as he guzzled his beer.

Angie suddenly got up and left the sofa and turned the stereo on.

"Let's dance, Joe."

"Dance?"

"This is a slow number. It's just great for dancing!"

Joe shrugged. He put his beer down and joined her. In a moment she was in his arms. She melted against him.

"Oh, Jesus!" he groaned.

They pressed against each other, and soon Joe's hand was slipping down her back to squeeze her asscheeks.

"Oh, Christ, this is terrible!" he hissed. "This is just terrible!"

His hands gripped her asscheeks. She could feel the bulge in his crotch pushing against her belly. When she lifted her face to meet his eyes, they stared at each other a moment.

"Kiss me, Joe!" she purred. "Oh God, Angie!"

"Kiss me! You know you want to! Oh, kiss me, Joe! I want it so badly!"

He bent down and their lips fused in a hot, open mouthed kiss.

Angie pumped her pussy against his hardening cock. Her knees trembled as they slowly moved to the beat of the music.

"You're a good dancer," she crooned. "Jesus, I don't know!" he grunted. "You don't know?"

"I don't know if we should be doing this."

"We're only dancing, Joe. What's wrong with dancing?"