And she had been just as angry at her mother’s meek acceptance of her father’s domineering ways. She would always love her mother, but came to de...pise her for this as well. As she grew older and more self possessed, she vowed to herself that she would never allow her father, or indeed any man, to exert such, or for that matter, any control over her life. This naturally led to an increasing amount of contention and confrontation with her father as the years went on. His emotional and. Then, with a smile on my face, I would probably thank him for driving me home! I got up from my seat as the bus pulled to a stop. I walked down to the driver’s seated position. “Sorry…” I said as I approached him smiling, “I have been a very naughty girl.” My eyes widened as I looked into his cab and I must admit to letting out a small but audible gasp. Lying in his trousers was a pool of spunk. His cock jutted from his trouser area through his zipper and his cum was still pumping out and. As he stared at her he realized how easy it would be to fall head over heels for her. He already had, in some ways. He didn't feel like she was "his," but he felt an astonishingly strong urge to protect her. The last time he'd felt that urge was when he gazed at the sleeping face of his daughter, when she was much younger than Layla was. Like that little girl had been, this big girl seemed much more precious than mere diamonds, or gold, or any amount of money.He grinned as he remembered what it. “Mmmmmm,” you softly moaned. “You are awake.”You still didn’t move your head to look at me, No need. My morning erection gave me away.A single fingernail oh so lightly traveled from the base of my cock to just below the head, then back down. That brought a slight gasp from me and a rise from my hips.Again. And again. Teasing.Finally you rolled your head back, eyes closed, and our lips met for a soft, lingering kiss. As they did, your fingers wrapped around the length of me and pulled gently.It.