Dolly just sat there, trying to listen, taking deep breaths, doing her best to keep from exploding in her chair.I moved my face between her legs, repl...cing my thumb with my tongue, starting on her clit, moving down across her lips, my nose rubbing her clit. Dolly's face got redder and redder, the blush spreading well down her chest, as she tried answering the professor's questions without a funny note in her voice giving her away.Finally, the professor finished up his questions and told dolly. I knew what I felt about them but I had no intention my telling my daughter.“You must have an opinion on them, dad?”I smiled.“You like them don’t you?” she said. “I’ve seen men’s reactions. I know just how much they like them.”“I think we should change the subject,” I told her.She ignored me. “Would you like to see mine?”“Amy, I’m your dad!” I responded as she stood up.“You’re not my biological father. He fucked off when I was five!”She stood in front of me and I found my eyes looking at her. He walked up and helped her remove the bags from her hands and set them where she always did when she came home. The air was filled with the wonderful scent of hot beef stew, fresh baked bread, and scented candles making her stomach growl. She loved his cooking and looked forward a nice meal after her shot. He took her into his arms and kissed her with a deep passion as only he could. It was the kind of kiss that warmed her loins, dampened her pussy, and hardened her nipples. It was his. ” I had never heard the term blue balls, but was sure it meant she would not make me cum, so I opened my mouth and let her push her big toe in my mouth as she told me to suck it. “Damn boy, you must be really fucking horny.” She said as I sucked and she giggled. Finally, she said “I want to see it.” And she slid off the stool and took me to the backroom of the store. As soon as we got in the backroom, I started untying my football pants, but I wasn’t moving fast enough for her. “Take the fucker.