” he pauses, in shocked, to look her over. “What are you wearing?”The girl has her back to him, working at the kitchen counter. “I’m making ...ou a drink, Daddy. One ice cube or two?” She turns to face the man. Wearing only a red thong with the lacey triangle barely covering her cunt, she has a strapless bra to match and her garter supporting a pair of black silk hose. Zaria stands there in her fuck me shoes, as Yesenia had called them, which make her almost as tall as her father. Her hair hangs. A long tapered elegant finger entering my sensitive butthole and crooking around for extra sexual bliss. I entered a moment of complete womanly sexual definition. I was the body play thing of a man and a woman at the same time.My pussy was sopping with absolute girly happiness. I was being fucked well. There are shags that are great. Roots that are memorable, but this was a slut fuck and I knew it. I embraced my public whore moment and amazingly it got better.The confident bastard worked his. He had fucked my fifteen-year-old body hard, finally aroused by me. It was amazing.And then Mommy burst in and found us.“You bastard!” she snarled, advancing on us. “How could you fuck our daughter?”“Mommy,” I gasped, staring at her hard, my black hair spilling about my flushed face, “relax.” Needles stabbed into my mind. A thousand prickling, tingling pricks that washed across my thoughts. My vision fuzzed dark along the edges as my cunt clenched down hard on my daddy’s softening cock. I. My mind raced with possibilities. I dropped my daughter off quickly explaining I was headed to the pub and saw the most gorgeous pair off legs beneath the shortest summer dress you could imagine. Instantly my trousers had a challenge on their hands. She came up to me and told me how happy she could tell I was, glancing down at the bulge she was the cause of. We talked for hours about our dreams and passions and as I left I automatically leant in for the kiss. She stepped back in horror.