There was someone who was there when I came back home from work. Someone to talk with. Someone to spent a nice funny time with. But she was my daughte.... So what to hell on earth was going on with me? And what should I do?I did the right thing. Pulled everything together. Talked about it to the only person I trusted. Talked to my daughter. And she took it like a pro. Not an easy thing to handle, when your father tells you, that he thinks that he somehow really likes you. So we tried to work out. Our trucks are all on calls right now anyways so I’ll do my good deed for the day.” Jenny said to her supervisor on her radio.“If I don’t hear from you in thirty minutes I am sending in cop. That’s a shitty neighborhood I wouldn’t trust any of the trash that lives around there. Be careful and use your head.” Said her supervisor sounding worried for her. Jenny enters the bar soon as she steps in she hit with the smell of stale beer and white trash funk. She makes her way to the bartender who. "How about something loose that has big scoops under the armpits so people could see your breasts from the side. You'd be able to control how much you flash by the way you move your arms."Mum nodded thoughtfully."You've got something there, Jim. I'll have a look when I go shopping." How about something see-through Gloria," suggested dad. "You could wear a real daring bra under it or no bra at all." That's a great idea George," she said. She dived into her clothing rack and came out with a white. Followed by another & then more. “Mmm, yes that feels SO good!” you say. A few more licks & now the pace has quickened greatly! . . . . .Faster & harder now! My tongue has also begun darting in & out of your moistening pussy! With your body movements now almost convulsing, tiny beads of sweat are starting to fly from your body as well. Almost to the point of sobbing now, your words begin to shutter with moans of disbelief. “Ooohmm m my Go, Uuuh! . . . . .Damn it! . . . . .Oh my, oh God! Oh my.