She sipped her espresso again.“So what about it?” I asked and pointed at the cup. “Pussy cream?”“Mmmh,” she moaned. Without asking further... I pulled up my skirt and inserted the long icecream spoon between my legs. It was cold and hard, and I spread my labia while guiding it into my pussy. “Kat,” Martina hissed. “They’re looking at you!” I looked up and the teenage girls from the other table were giggling and whispering. I turned the spoon inside me and pulled it out, holding it up to Martina,. So if my parents have guests over or whatever then we will not be interrupting.As I get to the bottom of the stairs I see my dad at the kitchen table looking at his tablet with a cup of coffee and a half eaten bagel in front of him. While next to him is my older sister by 2 years with a plate of scrambled eggs and 2 pancakes that are about halfway done with a glass of Orange juice on the side.“Hey nerd” my sister says. Which my dad raises his head “hey there princess. Just in time for breakfast. She phoned Mike to tell him that Pete had a problem and she had to go and try help him sort it out for a few days. Mike gave her his blessing, with regards to Pete and hoping all would be ok. She went home packed a bag and went to the train station in time to catch the afternoon train. In three hours she was standing outside Pete's appartment building. Not sure to go up or not, she rang his cell. "Hi s*s. Where are you. Did you get my email?." Yes I'm here outside your building, are you. In my head I knew it was wrong – so wrong for me to have such feelings about my father. In my mind I was ashamed and afraid – but, between my legs, it felt so good that I could not resist. It happened on my 18th birthday. The first time I became wet for my daddy was like an awakening. Such dirty thoughts I had never imagined before came to me without abandon. The desire was so strong; I simply could not resist seducing my daddy no matter how hard I tried.I used to be so innocent. When I had a.