Her only mission was to see who was on the other side of the glass doors. She flung the doors wide and looked in. For a brief moment, she saw a pair o... black heels on the floor at the foot of the bed.In the next few seconds, Paige's brain seemed to stop functioning. She knew she was seeing a woman. The blonde was standing next to the bed, clutching a bed sheet to her body. Something was familiar, but Paige couldn't get herself to focus. "Who am I looking at?" her mind said. "Who is this woman. I started fucking her in missionary position with her legs encircling around my waist guiding me further.With me inside her completely, I bent down to kiss her on the mouth. I hope she liked the taste of her pussy juices because I was giving the taste in abundance wile deep fucking and kissing her.I kept fucking her in and out in a steady rhythm, and Vim with her eyes open was responding with my every thrust by raising her hips every time.I wanted to go deeper so that she feels the full length. Molly caught the bus to college and smiled as she knew she had probably put her father off a wonderful orgasm.At college, every other thought was of her father’s cock, the size of it, the nice round head and how he fondled his balls while he pulled on it. She found herself actually wishing that she had waited to see him spunk all over the glass walls of the shower.Molly knew that what she had seen that morning would not let her mind rest and she started to think of her dad as something more. So why are you telling me this? You could have waited until I got back.” “No, that’s not all,” she continued. “He told me I was very beautiful and ‘incredibly sexy’, or something like that. He said I was ‘stunning’ and matched exactly the fantasy woman he’s had in his dreams since high school. He said that if he could ever design a perfect woman that I would be what he had in mind.” “Wow,” was all I could think of. This was pretty awkward. I looked around the corner and saw Bryce still.