’ ‘I’ve waited since the day the three of you were born to throw a big wedding. After all you did for me, through my terrible years, it warms my...heart that it’s you.’ ‘Don’t you dare make me cry.’ ‘Why not, I’m crying.’ ‘Now I have to tell you something else mom, and I don’t know how you are going to take it. You may have to plan a wedding for your other daughter, or it may be her first liaison.’ ‘Have you talked to Laura? I’ve been trying to get a hold of her all evening. Her phone is. I just couldn't wait until the next Sunday to fuck her young, tight pussy.The next Sunday came around and much the same as before happened. Some more TV, talking, and listening to music. This time I decided to just make a move much earlier on. We started kissing again but this time I laid her down on my couch, got my hand down her panties and started to finger her beautiful, shaved, tight pussy. She was dress in a similar manner as the first ime I saw her, in her Sunday best. As I fingered. As we were sipping coffee I was getting courage.Then she took my mug and cleaned it. I grab her from behind my lund touched her ass. She was shocked to see me told me what you are doing she started to released her from me. I took her in my grip and she slapped me for my behavior I was knowing that she needs sex I planted a kiss and after 1 minute she slowly started to enjoy it I caught the ass from one one hand I kept kissing her for 5 min. She told me she is married.I told her you are that. And she justrolled her eyes and at the same time kept wriggling her toes. My lying toher was easy, but the reality of what she was doing was starting to getto me. But I tried to keep my composure. I couldn't let her get to me towhere she might find out the truth. Of course I did have major fantasiesof everything I write but never ever wanted any of it to actually happenfor real. She is my daughter and that's the only way I thought of her. Mystories about daughters and daddies were just a way to.