She held my hands firmly and by this time she had positioned her crotch with mine.“You don’t know what I’m talking about” she started “Let m... be more direct. Why the hell were you looking at my tits?”I was shocked to hear that from my stepmom and also was embarrassed. But I couldn’t know why she was smiling the way she was.I admitted “I was glancing up your chest since the opportunity was there to look. Now get up.”I tried pushing her off me. But I couldn’t move her. My movement was blocked by. Krista gasped and tightened her ass cheeks as she felt her father’s hard cock poke at the entrance to her pussy. No matter what, she couldn’t do that, couldn’t let him fuck her, couldn’t have…i****t.He held onto her hips and pushed forward, and he moaned. It was the moan that did it. The sound of her sweet Daddy’s approval. The sound he made when eating her cooking, only deeper and more meaningful. She relaxed slowly, frightened of what was about to happen and yet wanting it more than she’d. Take me to bed and bore me a couple of times, vanilla-man."As nicknames go, that wouldn't be my first choice. But I thought, 'what the hell'. I released her ass, and took her hand. With the other hand I grabbed that printout and dragged a giggling Jeanine off to the bedroom.A couple of hours later, I shuffled out of the bedroom. Jeanine snored softly in our bed, a smile on her face. I closed the door and sighed. I had done my best to wear her out, resisting when she yanked on my hair and. I was sure that anyone would be able to see her panties, wet with sweat after a night of dancing.The skirt part was so short, that everyone could get a glimpse of whatever she would be wearing down there, which was, apparently, nothing. She arched her back a little and smiled, which I took as a come on, and so I eagerly reached my hand up her very short skirt and was not surprised to find nothing there."You want to have a quickie before you head out?" I asked her eagerly.But she replied: .