Well, I, ummm….d-didn’t mean it….th-that way!” I stammered.I jumped, as suddenly, Britney slid over closer to me and placed her hand on my thi...h, only inches away from my crotch.“You know, Tim, it was really relaxing coming out here. But, I must admit, not all of me is relaxed.”I raised an eyebrow, feeling my dick even more and said, “I don’t get what you’re meaning.”“Well, let’s just say, it’s something that isn’t gonna get fixed with just a back rub.”I was now turning beet red, and I tried. Once upstairs in the bedroom we begin kissing deeply, our tongues searching each others' mouths. You're responding as usual getting hot, touching me all over and reaching for my dick. Now you whisper, "fuck me Daddy." You have recently started calling me Daddy despite me being younger than you. And it's a real turn on for me calling you my little girl. For us that daddy-little girl scenario makes us so much more aroused, sort of like it's so forbidden to have each other.As I kiss you, I slowly. Slowly those places start to sag, and soak, and stick, even as he splatters his last drops. After he’s done coming, I hear his buckle and zipper. But he doesn’t go anywhere. He never does, not right away. Instead, for a long moment, he stands somewhere beyond arm’s reach, where I can feel him close but can’t tell exactly where he is. He stands there, and he watches.The cum has soaked the front of the bag completely, and it plasters against my forehead, my nose, my cheeks. I can feel its. I was entirely still, only my prick pumping sperm into her writhing body, her mouth was still on mine, her lips puffy and bruised. She smiled as we came down from our high and lay together still locked in our incestuous coupling."If you fuck her like that," she said softly. "I'll have a fight on my hands to keep you." No you won't, you're the only girl for me kid, I won't even fuck her if you don't want me to." Believe me, Danny, if she wants you to fuck her, you'll do it, trust me."She got up.