Then again, it was his only daughter and he probably told her everything. She wondered if he told her how nice it was to bang her very own rump as har... as did the previous night. It was unlikely because he seemed the type to not discuss matters related to sex with a daughter with a sensitive past.Actually, she was suddenly relaxed and at ease because they were both chatting about things of topical concerns and not her conduct or her lack of dignity. Later, sipping the delicious coffee that. Different. I could tell, this one was going to be an intense one. She was also noticing I was leaking and gave her fingers a bit of a lick, then shrugged and continued stroking me. I asked her how it tasted and she said it didn't really have any taste. Taboo was playing on the tape, and her favorite scene had started. She began talking to me, she was telling me about how she wanted someone to fuck her like that scene someday and how amazing it must feel, etc. This was making everything. It was late and I had an event to attend and I told him that in the reply. The goal was to get together after my event. After I sent him an email telling him that the event was over and I that would like to catch up with him. He replied that he had jerked off and was going to bed. In my mind I chalked it up as an oh well moment. Later that evening I heard my phone ping at 1:30 pm. It was him. I did not reply because I had already jerked off and was in bed.The next morning I replied with, "Sorry. I grabbed her legs and pulled her butt up onto my thighs. Using my thumbs, I spread open the crooked lips and leaned forward to dip my stick into her. She sucked it in, her heels pressed tight against my thrusting hips. I pushed her knees further apart and angled my rod toward the pink bud of her clit. She moaned and started coming as I rammed deeper, spurting my stuff inside her. I pulled out and sat back on my heels. It seemed like a long time before the foam started oozing out. I shoved some.