We lay there for several minutes before she raised her head turning to me. "I need you in me, now!" she said, almost begging.Well, I didn't need any m...re prodding than that. I moved over top of her and immediately entered her slick bare pussy. It looked so hot, clean, and glistening with her juices, and it quivered as I worked. Since she had already given me that blow job, I knew I could last for a while, and I was loving every second.I pumped in and out of her furiously, as she grunted and. It was only when my insomnia started causing me to miss work that my 13-year-old daughter Ashley, God Bless Her, intervened.It was a Sunday night (or Monday morning, if you want to look at it that way), shortly after midnight. I was tossing and turning, my cock like a rock, when my young Goddess stepped into my bedroom. Fuck, she was gorgeous! She had obviously gotten her looks from her mother: Wavy, shoulder-length black hair contrasted with soft, alabaster skin and big blue eyes. 36C breasts. . crying a lot in your sleep.” I shrugged, not sure how to respond. I had a lot of emotions careening around inside me. “God, he really hit you?”I rubbed my cheek where Daddy had slapped me last night; it still felt warm and a bit swollen. A little tear escaped my eye and I quickly wiped it away. “Yes.”“I’m sorry, honey.”“He was really upset, I guess I had it coming.” I reached over, grabbed his coffee cup, and took a sip.“No, nobody ever has that coming. But based on what you’ve told me about. A question occurred to me - why hadn't either of the girls saidanything about the fact that I looked five years younger? Claire mightnot have seen, but Abby had looked right at me while we had coffee.Maybe it wasn't as obvious as I thought.I put on one of my new bikinis - they still fit well enough - and thena t shirt and some cute white cut offs and headed to the beach. Aftersome searching I found the girls lying face down on beach towels."Sorry I'm late," I said, "Could one of you help me put.