There was the time I walked into her room to call her for dinner and found her asleep on her bed.There was the time I walked into her room to call her for dinner and found her asleep on her bed. She was laying on her stomach wearing this same crop top shirt and a pair of tiger striped panties. She had the nicest ass I had ever seen. Thoughts of tracing that panty line with my tongue raced through my head. She was my daughter, but how much can a man take. I thought of this summer when she proudly displayed her incredible tan to me by pulling her bikini bottoms down slightly for me to see, "Isn't this the best tan Daddy?". I had nodded agreement still gazing at the small patch of pubic hair that also was visible. I watched her as she made some ice tea, noting how nice and rounded her breasts had become, bouncing slightly with each step. More than once I had come home late and heard the sounds of her getting fucked by some lucky young stud. I promised each time I would give her a father daughter talk, but just never got around to it. One night I had woke up thirsty and headed to the kitchen. Passing her door I heard a strange buzzing sound and listening closer, her moans. I stood there awhile, slowly masturbating until I heard her moans increase to the soft cries of orgasm. I shot my load all over the carpet outside her door. The next day, while she was at school I found the mystery sound in her panty drawer. It was a huge vibrating dildo. She hadn't washed it and I could still see by the film her pussy juices left, how deep she stuck it inside her. I had mastubated that afternoon at the thought of planting a hidden camera in her room to catch her on film. I had already downed the remaining whiskey while i thought, chugging straight from the bottle. I found myself in Kelly's room again, giving myself the excuse that I should check on her again to see if she was okay. |