Whatever the case, I aim to give her what she's asking for.We're on the prowl tonight, so the timing is perfect. "We" in this case means me and my gir..., Tanya. Looking at her now, I can see she's thinking the same things about blondie as I am, the gears already turning in her head, thinking about how we're going to get her into our lair and what we might do when we get her there. I catch Tanya's eye and she gives me a sneaky, naughty smile that says I'm right."You want some of that, don't you. But if you do go in there to check me out, flick your office light on and off a couple of times, so I know I have an audience.”I remember being disturbed and excited, all at the same time, from my conversation with Bryan, and I found myself looking forward to seeing his cock that night, if he was going to be putting on a show for my benefit. It was getting dark out by the time Emily and I finished dinner, and when she turned on the television to watch a religious channel, I told her that I had. Since graduating high school, Lenore had taken to talking to older men on the internet. She found a site specifically for the purpose of exploring her sexual fantasies and had every intention of fulfilling them. There was one sexual fantasy that had always gotten her wet beyond belief, and that was the taboo of a Daddy fucking his daughter.Lenore had met a 45 year old man named Foster on this site that she had talked to for weeks, getting to know his inner fantasies of incest. He was a married. The time I spent with my father was the only bright spots in my days.It was on one of those nights I couldn't fall asleep and all I could do was toss and turn, my mind in turmoil over my desolation, that I knew I needed human companionship at that instant. There was only one person I could turn to; the one person who was always there for me.I got out of bed and went to my father's room. I asked him if I could sleep in his bed that night, something I hadn't done since I was eleven. He looked.