Heather climbed up on the bed and crawled across his lap. Settled in place, she felt him lift her skirt completely out of the way, exposing her bare a...s. It had been three days since he'd last punished her. She opened her legs, eager for his touch."Heather, that was very inappropriate. What if someone came over, or what if we went out and you'd forgotten? This can't be allowed." Already his hand was fondling his daughter's bare butt. He let his hands roam quite freely, between her thighs, up. I then lean over the middle console and proceed to pull his pants off. I them start rubbing my hand up an down his cock. He starting to get harder, and I then lick the tip. I then put it in my mouth and slowly go up and down. Until he was fully hard. I then thought "Holy shit" as he had a very thick cock. I then give him a blowjob. Licking the tip, cupping his balls. Suckin on it. He then asks "Can you deep throat?" I take his cock out my mouth and tell him "I'll try." I then tried to stick the. Our hands tuned them to a more pleasurable frequency.I rubbed my scruff to her face. Her head shifted and shivered. *"Too sensual?" Oh no, be as sensual as you want."I felt her cock smooth against mine as we inched together. Our tongues danced between our mouths, moving in joy to the beat of our tango.The smell of her hair was that of the rain. Rain that had soaked into it, and into her, a little under two hours before. I breathed it in through my nose, greedily.Memories, of a day long past,. I looked in the mirror and a beautiful girl looked back at me. "You lookbeautiful, honey, and tomorrow I'll teach you how to do it by myself.",my mother said. After a while I got used to wearing makeup and it didn'tbother me anymore.I spent the rest of the day studying family photo albums, looking at myfamily tree, watching family videos and reading the stories and lookingat the maps of my old imaginary world and I learned a lot. My father wasGeorge Hackett, a headmaster, who thought of me as.