‘He’s right on time,’ she thought. When she opened the door Stanley eyes nearly popped out of his head at what she was wearing. Tina had chosen ... pink tube top that had obviously been designed for a woman with no bigger than B cup breasts. Her missile-shaped tits bulged delightfully over the top and under the bottom of the heavily strained garment. She also wore a pair a battered jean cut-offs that were way too small for her sexy hips and ass. They were so tight that it looked like she had. This just didn't seem like the time to correct her language.What he really had to do was get her off and get her out of his bed. His cock was hardening again, swelling to its full thick eight inches, as he gobbled her tangy cunt cream and tongued her throbbing clit. Once more he was thinking of how fantastically tight her little twat had to be and how much he'd love to cram his rock hard boner into that tiny hole.He had to end the temptation. He whipped his tongue faster and harder over her. “Serina, I know I’m your father, but I am also a man. I’ve always had very strong sexual drives. Your mother can attest to that. And I have had strong erotic feelings toward you—for a long time.” “What?” She pulled away slightly. I didn’t try to hold her. “Daddy? Did you mean that the way it sounded? That’s just wrong! I’m your daughter.” I kept my demeanor even and steady. “Yes, Serina, of course it’s wrong. According to the law in most states, and according to common moral taboos, it is. I will be back ASAP — practice!”“You heard the lady, Beautiful. Let’s Tango. We can practice until she gets back, then you can go and get changed for Cotillion.”We went over the Basic Walks again and the Progressive Side Step and did them in combination. We added in the Promenade Position and the Progressive Link. After we went over it several times, I got out my iPod and selected Johnny Ray’s “Hernando’s Hideaway” and dropped the device in my shirt pocket... MR. JOHNNY RAYI know a dark.