Dahlia just about had her courage up to the point where she was ready to push her hand into Cindy's panties to feel the other girl's pussy, but her father was calling to them from the living room.
"Pizza's here, girls! Come and get it while it's hot!"
"Talk about hot," the blonde giggled. "Daddy has no idea."
They finally let go of each other's boobs, both knowing that if they took much longer, Ray, Cindy's father, would only come upstairs looking for them. They quickly pulled on their tops and got ready to go downstairs, but Cindy paused a second before opening her bedroom door.
"I bet I could get my dad to finger me like yours did," she said with a gleam of excitement in her eyes.
"That's crazy," Dahlia replied. "He'll never do that if I'm here."
"He would if he thought you were sleeping."
"It wouldn't make you feel weird with me in the room?"
"I think it would be kind of hot, to be honest."
The pair laughed almost hysterically, and Dahlia promised her friend that she'd play along with whatever she wanted to do.
When they got downstairs, Ray was already relaxing in his big recliner watching TV and eating a slice of pizza. The box was on the coffee table. Dahlia caught him eyeing them both as they went in and got comfortable on the couch, but his eyes were mostly all over his daughter. The blonde's legs were so smooth and shapely, and her unrestrained tits were nearly bouncing out of her tank top. It was clear as day to Dahlia that Cindy's dad had a keen appreciation of the girl's ripe qualities.
"What was so funny?" Ray asked. "The two of you were up there laughing your heads off."
"Aww, it was just girl stuff, Dad," Cindy told him coyly, flashing a wink at Dahlia that he couldn't see.
They ate pizza and watched TV a while. There wasn't as much talking as usual, and Dahlia paid close attention to the way her friend's father kept checking out their legs and boobs. Cindy kept moving and shifting, obviously flashing her skimpy thong panties at her dad while Dahlia pretended not to notice anything.
Eventually, Cindy got up from the couch and went to her father's chair, getting onto it with him and snuggling up alongside him. As she molded herself to her father's much larger body, the bottom of her tank rode up to expose her bare hip while her perky tits nearly pushed halfway out of her top. Dahlia caught Ray taking a good look down the top of his daughter's tank. From his angle he probably saw her nipples.
"It's a good thing your mother's not home," admonished her weakly. "You know she doesn't like you sitting on Dad's lap at your age."
"Well, she's not here, is she? Besides, Brook's getting tired and I thought she'd like to have the whole couch. I didn't think you'd mind, Daddy."
"Of course I don't," he told her. "You'll never be too old to sit in my lap. But, um, you're not exactly in my lap. Technically."
Cindy giggled. "Yeah, I know. I like this even better."
Dahlia gave a fake yawn and stretched her whole body out along the couch, with her feet pointing toward Ray's chair. She knew the bottom of her shirt rode up to exposed a brief glimpse of her panties, but she liked the way his eyes kept glancing over at her too.
"Thanks, Cyn," Dahlia said, yawning again. "I'm really pretty tired. I hope I don't snore."
Then Dahlia flung her arm over her eyes, leaving a convenient gap so she could keep her eye on the father and daughter cuddling in the recliner. She lifted one knee against the couch and pretended to adjust her position, but was only working the bottom of her shirt higher to expose more of her panties. It must have worked because Ray took a longer look than he should have right in the direction of Dahlia's pussy.
Ray had his arm around Cindy, and not long after it looked like Dahlia was falling asleep, she could see his hand make a slow move onto his daughter's fully exposed ass cheek. He began rubbing her cheek lightly, and Cindy made a soft mewling sound. She brought her leg up on her father's lap, right over where his cock would be inside his sweatpants. Dahlia was struggling to keep still and to keep breathing steadily like she was asleep.
"Baby," Ray whispered. "You shouldn't rest your leg there."
"Why, Daddy?"
"Because I won't be responsible for my reaction."
"I like it, though. I can feel it moving already."
"Oh god, Cindy, you're going to make it hard if you don't stop."
They were keeping their voices low as whispers the whole time, but Dahlia could hear every word, and she was sure Cindy knew this. She was sure Cindy realized she could see everything they were doing, too. Cindy started moving her thigh over her father's cock, and uttered a soft groan.