'He shook his head and went down stairs again.I fell asleep shortly after.--The next morning as I was eating breakfast my father said "Bobbie letme se... your hands."I thought it was an unusual request but I lifted my hands to him.He took my right hand and looked at the top, then turned it over andlooked at the bottom. Then he did the same with my left hand."Did I miss some polish sir?" I asked."No Bobbie," he said "but you were drawing on yourself. You are not tohave markers anymore, only. .I pull my skirt up a lil further to let him see I don't have any panties on...He licks his lips as I run my hand over my thigh and straight to my wett, warm pussy....I slide my finger inside me and he hears how wett I am....he reaches to touch my leg...looking at me cuz he knows he is disobeying.....I allow him and he runs his hand up to my thigh...I tell him "Take that hard cock out baby" and he wastes NO TIME in doing so. He knows the game I like to play so he gets comfortable and start to. She spit a couple of times on her hand and rubbed it all over my cock. She pivoted on one heel, grabbed the arms of the chair and dropped onto me with all her weight directly on my still rock hard member. I thought she had impaled her pussy but it was her very tight little asshole. She rested just a minute to become accustomed to my engorged cock in her ass. Beginning to grind her hips, she made small circles and then quick up and slow down strokes. She kept that up for about ten more minutes. I was still hard. It was amazing. I was forty-five. I didn’t stay hard after cumming, but this was so hot. It was a delicious treat to experience. My dick twitched. I could cum in her, but... “Come on,” I said, ripping my cock out of my daughter’s mouth.She coughed, drool and cum running down her chin. “Where are we going, Dad?”“Call me daddy,” I said. “You’re a whore. Make it sexy.”She shivered, my thoughts buzzing. “Yes, Daddy,” she said, her voice throaty, a sultry purr. She shivered. “Where.