Don't ask me where she got them because her mom isn't nearly as beautiful. All of these developments didn't help the fact that I had been fantasizing...about her quite awhile and in fact only added to the frequency of my fantasies. To me it wasn't disgusting or unhealthy, because I loved my daughter more than anything and I just wanted to show her how much I loved her. So whenever I stroked myself I would imagine my cock sliding between my baby girl's big tits. I loved titty fucking and I would. It was getting late, just did a couple of more cast out when my phone beeped letting me know that I had a text message. I reached into my pocket grabbing my phone when I opened it I didn't know the number as I read the message. 'How you enjoying your day off ?' I typed 'Who is this and how'd you know it's my day off?' It was about thirty minutes before I got an answer, I was started to get bugged that somebody gave out my number. I was home already when I phone went off again. 'It's me. Inwardly Kristine quailed under the will emanating from him. Slowly she spread her trembling thighs. ‘More.’ he commanded, watching as her pretty pussy was bared to his gaze. ‘So pretty.’ he groaned, a finger sliding through the moist pink interior. ‘So wet.’ Kristine closed her eyes, slow tears falling down her face at her cowardice. His finger caressed her gently, the feeling still foreign in her virgin pussy. She let out a small sob as she felt her body begin to respond, moisture bathing. I go to the kitchen.“Mom, that smells so good.”“Thank you, honey. Go ahead and get out of that dress. Don’t want to get it all messy.”I go back to my room and change into a t-shirt and shorts. Before going back to the kitchen, I get out my phone and send my pics with Emily to Grace. She’ll get a kick out of them for sure.Mom has lunch ready. That chicken fried steak is the bomb. She’s a really good cook. Corn and green beans are yummy, too.I go back to my room and finish homework. Then, I pull.