“Daddy, can I wear this to work, oh please, please, please?” I am holding the first of the new dresses.You are so excited by my enthusiasm for the... that you are almost speechless. I jump on your lap, oomph, that was a little bit of a hard landing on you. I face you and kiss you over and over. First, little girl kisses but working my way to full, long, enticing kisses.We have hardly started with my presents.It has taken a while over the dress modeling, so we are moving close to noon when you. I went and opend the door but I stood behind the doors. To my surprise there were two college teens around 20 years. They came in and gave a wide smile to me.I kept my hands on my tool to which ma’am said arey haat nikaal unko dekhne toh de. And I followed her command. Both girls were sexy. Both were were in formal thight pants and shirt (just like girls dress for presentations). They both came near me and kept their hand on my tool, soon my tool was hard and erect both strived to remove it out. She heard it as if from far away.She had waited a long time for this. Before her eyes was her father's handsome face. It was his cock that pistoned in and out of her wild and willing cunt.She felt the first spasm of her climax ripple through her belly. In one way, it was something she wanted desperately, and in another way she was disappointed. She wanted it to last forever, this fucking that she was getting.Again the man's body rested on top of hers. She felt his arms work around her sweaty. You turn to look at me, quizzically, and I raise my eyebrows at you as if to say, “and?” I wonder what you’ll do next and am not surprised when you take my hand firmly and tell me it’s time to go. I pretend to protest, but you’re not listening as you lead me back to the car park. I’m expecting you to say something as we drive out of the grounds, but you don’t. You could cut the sexual tension between us with a knife as we head through the country lanes. I casually glance at your crotch and am.