All that was sent to my head without words, just the expression of love she had told me those volumes. Sex “Oohh!” she cooed, “I think your whopper is getting a second wind, papa!”
“Indeed, my darling kinky kitten,” I agreed. “Momma said you were the handsome-est devil she had ever seen. Momma was fearful of that, because I was so free spirited and pretty and a little sex-pot. She was my daughter. But dear trustworthy daddy never would make a move or do anything naughty, though I know you’d sneak a peek when you saw me in my scanties.”
“So I arranged to be in the most seductive pose I could, with a freshly fuck cunt in full view.” She reached up and began to stroke my tool which was regaining its turgid condition rapidly. She was my daughter. Nor could I now. They dropped to my ankles. Old man maybe, but not dead, the morning woodie was tenting my underwear and the reason lay before me in all her splendor. Normally she took them up to her room if they were going to make love.
