" Uh... um ok daddy. I'll be right there. "Over the next few months my Daughter became the woman of my house the woman of my life. She cooked and clea...ed. She hugged me and actually gave a damn when I talked to her, she listened. She was everything her mother was not. My cock seeed to fit naturally into her. Her body was the perfect height and weight for me. She spent a lot of time in my lap, sitting on my dick.We never spoke of it, I just accepted, expected my daughter's presence in my bed.. 5 inch mota hai pura khada ho chuka tha fir jethalal daya ko puri nangi kar deta haiOr uski chut chatta hai fir daya jethalal ko nanga karti hai or uska lund aise chusti hai jaise ki koi bachcha lollipop chusta hai fir jethalal daya ko ghodi banata hai or daya ki gand me apna lund tikaata hai or dhakke lagane lagta haiDaya→aah tapu ke papa aaram seJethalal→aaj koi aaram nahi milega tujhe aaj to main tujhe raat bhar chodunga or jethalal jhatke tej kar deta haiDaya→aah tapu ke papa or jor se. He would tickle me at any chance he had, and would run his fingers over my nipples each time. At first, I was too afraid of him to say anything, but when once, he bravely placed his hand under my shirt when my mom was at work, I got really angry.It was the first, out of many times, he would “babysit” me when mom was at work late. He had come up to my room when I was studying and pretended to have a real conversation with me. We talked about school and he asked me if I liked boys. I blushed and. She must have noticed my "rudeness". she became cold and consumed the food I got her like it was lizard shit. Things thereafter went from bad to worse. she refused to see a movie with me, and sometime later we were having a heated argument over whether I was caring enough or not. I'm not one for diplomacy or cool headed discussion, I said things I knew she'd not like. at the end of half an hour, she said she was breaking up, our relationship was history.I was stunned, but I realized that it was.