You will be able to fuck his brains out all weekend."The next day I asked Mandi if she would like to go to the fishing cabin for the weekend with me. ... told her that several of my business associates would be bringing their daughters along. It was going to be a father and daughter weekend. Mandi was so excited she started jumping up and down. I could see droplets of pee on the floor from under her nightgown. I guessed her little cunt wasn't as tight as it used to be. Mandi realized she was. .. Fine?" That's good, honey. Make sure you don't overdo it, now. You have a lotof college work to focus on," he rattled off in an automatic parentalway, before leaning in and giving me a kiss on the forehead.Before I could react, he moved on down the hall, leaving me to standdumbfounded. My dad had never referred to me as anything as saccharineas 'sweetheart' or 'honey', and most definitely had never kissed me onthe forehead, especially in such a casual way. I guess daddies anddaughters have. She pulled the long, loose bangs back with a clip – he liked to see her face. He selected the visual entertainment, fully aware that his choice would imprint her subconscious mind and affect her senses. She heard music in her head – erotic instrumentals, alluring poetry fancied into soulful melodies – and she wanted to dance with him. The perfume, reminiscent of an absolute obsession – she tipped the bottle onto her fingertip and left hints of fragrance on wrists, behind her neck, in the deep. She was humming cheerfully with her eyes glued to the TV, seemingly unaffected by what just happened.“How was that?” she asked.“Huh?” I replied.“Messed with her head pretty good don't 'cha think?”“That was all an act?”“Mostly, yeah.”I shot her a wicked smile, “Oh you're good.” “Thanks,” she bent down and kissed me. That kiss led to another, then another, and soon, I had both hands groping her boobs while we made-out. “Getting a little excited huh?”“Just a bit,” I mumbled in between kisses. Our.