In my confession, there was a queue of girl behind me and as I whispered my lustful need of him into the wire mesh separating us, I told him I was wit...out underwear, his cue to look at me through the mesh. I stood naked as he finished with my skirts held high to expose my tiny titties all the way down to my woolen stockings, at the tops of my thighs, my knickers in my pocket and his soft moans making him cum to my brazen nudity.My reward that day was for him to slide the panel open and such his. "Jennifer? How long have you known that I was your daughter?" asked Stella. "Or did you just find out?" I've known since the first basketball tryouts," I answered. "It took me a few days to realize who you were. I talked to my parents, who then asked me to say nothing until my dad checked it out. A week later Carol showed up and confirmed who you are. She also told me they just found Patricia and asked me not to say anything until she could arrange this meeting." How did you know?" asked. I started pumping her hard after 15 min of fucking I removed my cock and made her kneel down. I came all over her face. she was so happy to lick all my cum. I said ” isse choos ke phir khada kar saali”. she said “ab aur chudai nahi ho payegi meri chut phat chuki hai”. I said to her ” thick hai koi baat nai teri chut to phat gayi ab teri gaand bhi fadunga” i put my cock in her mouth and started gagging her. after 5 min my cock was all ready to fuck her ass. she was begging in front of me not to. It was frightening. It was wrong, but it was something she knew she missed even though she had never had it.Taking one step and then another, she knew she yearned to be touched, even in a non-sexual way. Just touch. To have a hand on her shoulder, to feel an arm around her. She steeled herself and tried not to look like she'd been too deep in thought, and by the time she came once again to the table and handed her father his cup, she was okay.—Mostly okay.That day went by. The breakfast had.