A week later I invited her to my apartment, promising I would cook for her. She eagerly accepted and we arranged to meet at Central World Food Hall an... then head straight to mine. As I tidied my apartment, my anticipation was at boiling point. My patience had expired and I knew it was a critical day, if our relationship was to become one worthy of the name, rather than friendship, it had to mean sexual contact. We were officially dating, our kissing had become driven by lust, I had sucked her. I was speechless. “I... uh... I... uhm... I ...” The words just wouldn’t flow. “I am naked!” I extolled. “I see that,” he replied. Again, I couldn’t find the right order for my words. “I... uh... uhm... I...” I took a deep breath and forcefully exhaled. I had to calm down. My womanly senses tingled. I found myself lost in evil thoughts that flooded my mind. I was standing naked in front of a guy I had long fantasized about. Steve stepped into my dimly lit bedroom. “Oh shit!” I thought to. Her breathing got wilder as the ass licking intensified. Then it all suddenly stopped. Before she could ask why, she felt her sister's hands on her hips and something pressing against her pussy."Oh my god, my sister is going to fuck me with a strap-on." Samantha thought to her self. Sure enough Hannah eased in the dildo into her sister's pussy. Once it was in she began thrusting. Samantha could feel her tits bouncing back and forth as her sister pounded her wet pussy. She couldn't even let out. I was still her Daddy, and she was still my little girl. I enjoyed spending time with her and her friends, not least of all because the pervert part of my brain – hey, I am a guy, after all – took great enjoyment in ogling the developing bodies of her hot teenage girlfriends. Little did I expect that my baby would end up not only being the hottest of the group but the object of those fantasies that had been, up to that point, reserved only for other people’s daughters.One day those fantasies.