He snapped a salute in return; it almost cracked from the crispness. He held it a bit longer for the effect and released it. The 100 or so j.g.s relea...ed their salutes and whooped again. Tracy stepped up to her father. "Permission to hug and kiss the Admiral?" Tracy asked facetiously. "Permission granted little lady," her father picked her up and tried to squeeze the little girl out of her, it seemed. Tracy noticed that he seemed to stop the hug a little short and put her down a little quickly.. His cum filled her mouth. Half of it went down her throat and the rest spilled out.She sat down panting when he pulled up his shorts and went straight to bed. There he removed his shorts and threw it down.‘Wash it. And wash my socks too’. He said before going to sleep.When he got up she was sitting on the chair. She had brought his food. He got up, went to the washroom, pissed, farted and came back to eat.‘Did to eat?’ He asked with a rare show of kindness.‘Yes.’‘Yes what?’She could not. How dare she fuck around with the neighborhood boys… how dare she soil your good name.You stare at the television while your hand is submerged deeply into the Cheetos bowl. You fish around and grab some, then shove them into your mouth quickly. The television shows no comfort and all you can hear was the constant bickering of the couple in the next house, they are taking about your daughter… you know it… they are talking about how many boys she’s fucked… about how many pussies she’s licked.. She winced, jerking the phone away from her ear and smiled. ‘Hello, sweetheart. Did you have a good time?’ ‘It was awesome!’ he exclaimed. ‘That’s great. You’re on your way home?’ Anna cut him off before he could launch into one of his run-on speeches that could last for hours, if not days. ‘Yeah,’ Riley replied. ‘Mr. Zimmerman says not to make dinner because we’re going to bring something home.’ ‘Oh, no,’ Anna said. ‘Tell Mr. Zimmerman he doesn’t need to do that. I was going to order pizza.’.