I had arrived in the neighborhood some 6 months prior to the time of this story so I didn't really know her parents, only glimpses of her mom and more...occasionally her dad since he often stood in their driveway looking at us play, be it sitting on his chair or just standing. I never thought much of it and attributed it to him looking out for the folk there. He looked just a like a dad, not very tall but tall to us youngsters, a dad body with a white-ish mustache and a bit of a beer belly, not. She thought she had accepted it, but the abuse of last night had changed her mine. Violet cried, while milk welled up from her breasts to dribble down her chest. Unlike normal girls, Slytan produced a milk like fluid when ever their tits were sucked on. Hers had been sucked on so much and so hard at the ritual that she was still dripping. The milk of a Slytan was famous for giving sexual potency. Sucking on a Slytan’s breasts while fucking her would nourish and invigorate a man so that he. I've seen it all. Or so I thought, until I saw my daughter in her schoolgirl outfit, eager to please her daddy. When I finally caught my breath I said, "My God angel, I am so lucky." "You have no idea daddy." she purred. My cock strained against my boxers and my pants with a force that needed releasing. Before I could begin to pull my pants down my daughter grabbed the front of my pants and drew me close to her. Off came my belt and then she fumbled with a button before the zipper went down.. ”“That’s...” Gene’s voice trailed off. Roger heard the clicks from a keyboard. “That’s over two hundred miles. Much too far for her to travel on her own. I take it you shared her with a friend or perhaps several friends?”“Share her? Of course not. The very idea is disgusting. She’d be soiled.”Timms hissed, and Roger wondered if he’d somehow offended the genie peddler. A moment later, Timms recovered and continued as if nothing happened. “As you say, Mr. Grainer. I’m merely trying to understand.