I scowled at her for dressing as a slut because that’s what i thought a father should do. i wanted to punish her even more i wanted to ram my cock d...ep into her tight little pussy and make her suck me until i came onto her face. The thing is that even though she acted like she hated me i knew that she secretly wanted me like i wanted her. When she was younger i used to sneak into her room while her mother was asleep and i would wake her up and make her suck my cock, i could tell that she liked. She looked to Joy and shouted, "Do something." Then back at John shouting, "Damn you, John! Stop that this instant. John, I'm not playing around. Get your finger out of my ass, you son-of-a-bitch."Judy wasn't aware, but Joy had shucked off her robe. She sat at Judy's head, then turned in place to face Judy with her leg's straddling her shoulders. Judy looked up just in time to have her head grabbed by Joy's strong hands and shoved face first in Joy's wide open beaver, muffling any further. It warmed my heart."Are you mad at me Stacy?" I asked.She frowned at me, "Mad for what?" Kara made a noise then Stacy looked down. "For having a baby? No. That is your body now. You could do almost anything with it you want." Almost anything," I asked.She looked sternly into my eyes, "I don't want to see any tattoos on that body ever. Piercings yes, but tattoos no. That's my one condition for you if you want me to stay good and happy with you."After a while, of visiting with Stacy, I finally. My cock slid into her through her matted hair and surprisingly hot pussy lips, into that wet tunnel that led to the core of her sexuality in the vagina and then to the cervix. Marge's hips rose to encompass his cock as deeply as possible and then we started to fuck.Throughout the sexual act I was barely over the edge of consciousness; it seemed like a dream, like sex in womb of my mother, like sex on the beach, like sex in heaven. The warm water helped to push us together and apart, again and.