More often than not he wore slippers everywhere except for going to the shops. His one and only suit, bought for a relatives wedding years ago, these ...ays only came out for funerals and fortunately for him, they were rare events. The house reflected his appearance. It was clean enough, but not neat and tidy. Beside his favourite chair was a pile of books waiting to be read and on the table several magazines he studied while eating his meals. Had she been asked Ms. Jones would have described him. I look down at her and she’s beautiful. Her taught body. Her blonde hair. I enjoy it until the pain in my back outweighs the pleasure. I push her down onto the bed and mount her. She grasps my left pectoral with her right hand and commands ‘Hold me strong. Firm but gentle’. I slide my cock halfway into her as I lick one of her nipples. She arches her back and grinds her hips. I keep to her rhythm. Strong unyielding thrusts. Slow and deep. She moans ‘Fuck me harder’. We grind together hard and. V.I walked up the stairs feeling guilty that I watched my baby girl play with herself. I unlocked the door and walked in, the warmth of the fire filled the room as I set down my coat and case. I heard a moan coming from the bedroom- it was my daughter's voice. I slowly made my way to the bedroom stopping at my own door. I saw the white of my daughter's robe on my chair and realized that she was reading my erotic story. I opened the door a jar wider to see her fingering herself as she read it.. Her?his?cock was hard, the head stretching above the elastic of herpanties. I stepped out of my clothes toward her. I had never seen anything sobeautiful in my life. I got down on my knees to get a closer look.Lisa had managed her way out of the dress and was watching me, the dressballed in one hand. I looked up at her, knowing what she wanted andpromising that it would always be, and would always be for her. Islowly, tentatively, reached out and peeled the panties away. It wasn'tlarge by.