"Do you want some bacon, Walt, or just pancakes?" Mom greeted him."Oh, bacon would be great, Cynthia," he replied. Then, he reached over and tousled m... hair."How's it going, Champ?" That's what he usually called me: Champ. I always liked that."It's goin' good Dad. Everybody likes my new bike. I'm real fast on it." Well, be careful when you ride and keep it locked up, OK? Your mom and I want you safe, and you wouldn't want your bike stolen." I know, Dad."Mom had finished my pancakes by then, and. Of course you’d say that. You’re my dad.Del just sent her a smile emoji, trying to be cautious about saying more than he should. For some reason, it was easier to text a conversation like this than have it face to face. Having to look into his daughter’s deep, brown eyes always turned him into mush.After a minute or so of no messages, he finally texted: Father or not, trust me, baby, you’re seriously hot.The second he sent the message he regretted telling his daughter she was hot. He should. I poured oil near her pussy. I started putting my one finger in pussy and one in anal and started massaging. In between, I played with her boobs some time. She was moaning and shouting still she got relaxed. I told her to take rest for 10 minutes.She went to the restroom and came back. She asked if I am ok for sex. I said it’s ok. She played with my dick for 5 minutes with her soft hand. It raised again and she asked me to sleep on the floor. She sat on me and inserted my dick in her pussy. She. Her nipples began to harden as the thought of sex rushed through her head. Ty noticed and instantly grew a hard on. Isabelle was in the zone. She noticed Ty's junk and was craving for some cock. Because she was a virgin, Isabelle was itching to see, touch and taste a real penis. She wanted it bad. Ty didn't really understand what was going on, or how to react to the current situation. He thought he had traumatized Isabelle with that unexpected event, Little did he know that Isabelle was devious.