My wicked, willing daughter part2

My daughter and I jumped up from the bed as my wife, after seeing us
together, rushed out of the room. I heard the door to the main bathroom
slam shut. “Now what?”, I asked, more to myself than to my daughter.
Far more calm than I, she suggested I go for a drive while she talked to
her mother. I hadn’t the slightest idea what my daughter would be able
to say to her mother about catching us with my face buried in her young
cunt. But I accepted her suggestion, dressed and drove off in the car.
I spent a couple of hours in a coffee shop then returned home. I entered the house, fully expecting a battle. Everything, however, was
quite. I walked down the hall and looked into my daughter’s room. It
was empty. I open the door to the master bedroom and stared at the sight
there before my eyes. Cuddled together on the bed, I found my wife and
daughter fast asleep–both nude! I must have disturbed them in some way
because both sets of eyes opened and looked at me. My wife smiled, moved
apart from our daughter, then patted the space between them. “Come on
Daddy”, our daughter said as she, too, patted the empty space between
them. I had no idea what was happening but thought to myself, “Why not?”
Throwing my clothes off and onto the floor, I climbed on the bed between
them.