She just slipped in a pair of flip flops, and headed out.I was on my second drink, and watching a baseball game when she returned. She stopped at a fa...t food joint on her way back, and picked up some lunch for us. I thanked her when she sat next to me, after making herself a drink. I dug into my burger, watching the game.She asked me when I was returning to California as we ate, and watched the game. I told her what my plans were. She sat there thinking for a moment. Then came over in front of. Holding his hands up, he tried to apologize. “Sorry, Dave. I didn’t mean it to come out like that.” He then held his hand out in a mixed gesture of contrition and friendship, and I found myself in the surreal position of shaking hands with a butt-naked guy, trying not to look at the swinging meat between his legs, fresh and shiny with the mixed juices of him and my wife, juices from their recent coupling. Taking my drink, I decided to ignore him and go through and find Jill.Stepping past the TV. The boys had all returned to their seats and were waiting to find out what the day's activities were going to be. When they finally grew quiet, Mr. Moore turned to me and asked, "Did Joni tell you what happened to her cunt hair?"I glanced at Joni. Her face had grown white and her expression had become one of pure terror. I felt that feeling in the pit of my stomach. Whatever was about to happen I knew it was going to be very bad. I expected Mr. Moore to punish me for what I was forced to do. Don’t you?”“Daddy,” she panted.“Yes, you do. Oh, yes.”My balls ached and boiled. They had to explode. I groaned and grunted, burying into the depths of my daughter’s cunt. My back arched. My cum spilled out of me. Blast after blast of my fertile seed spilling into her untouched depths. Tiffany’s pussy spasmed. She shuddered, cumming with me.“That’s it, baby girl,” I grunted. “Milk all of Daddy’s cum from his dick. You want to be bred.”“Yes, yes, yes,” my wife gasped. “Spill all your baby-making.