With Alberto’s mind swimming in this thought, a sudden feeling of sickness came over him. His eyes darted to his right where he saw two clear brown ...yes staring back at him. How long had the daughter been watching him? He cursed his stupidity. He froze. With her father’s wallet in his hand and his cane slowly disrobing her mother, Alberto waited for the inevitable explosion of screams. He quickly calculated his exit. But she continued to watch him, intensely, deliberately. She moved slightly. “Ready for another go?” she asked with her flashing smile. “I wish,” I grunted. “Maybe I can help you; time for Mr. Bear,” she said suggestively. With that, she pulled Mr. Bear onto the bed and covered him with a big fluffy bath towel. “OK, get in position.” I looked at her with what must have been a stupid questioning look. “Hey, get your ass in the air, lay across Mr. Bear.” Something about her commanding voice spurred me to action, and I positioned myself as directed. Moments later, I. ..Ah...Ah...Ah ...AAAAhhhhh!" She screamed. She was about to come. And she felt from my impatient motions that I was about to bring myself off, too. Faster and faster, my cock pierced her slit, driving her ever closer to multiple orgasms. She touched herself, massaging her hardened clit, as I fucked her. With glazed eyes, she looked towards the ceiling. I drove my rigid cock up into her juicy cunt over and over. She masturbated vigorously. Final strokes driving her over the edge. " Oh God! OMG!. . please... fuck me, daddy..." you whimper, squirming on the bed."Beg me, you little slut," I snarl into your ear, and you respond as a daughter would; obediently."Please, daddy. I want your cock in me. I need you to fuck me, need you to **** me. Please, please, pleaaaase, daddy," you whine, begging. "Fuck me, daddy, please, please, please..."My teeth are gentle as they tug at your earlobe. "Are you going to be a good little slut for daddy?" I ask softly. "Are you going to be daddy's whore?"The.