He went inside and grabbed his bags and loaded everything into the truck and told his sisters come on. Noone talked as they drove up to the clearing. ...innaly John spoke up " So jessi who kissed who?" Jessi who had blonde hair a little longer than her sister Krissy she also wore a size 38C while her sister wore a 36C. Other than that they were perfectly identical. Krissy was the 1st to speak up "I kissed her." As John put the truck in park and opened the door he said "Interesting come on and. Is it just a mechanical reflex? What was she thinking about? Was she imagining someone else shaving her, giving her pleasure? Her ex-boyfriend? A crush of hers? Or did she accept that I, her father, was giving her this pleasure?In my defence - when I realised that she got more and more aroused during the shaving process - I did step in. I stopped shaving the area around her clit and told her the shave was done. But she insisted that I continued. Was it really because of the stubble remaining in. Almost breathlessly I whimpered “Dadd..daddy….fffuck your baby girl” It was hard trying to string two word together when my ass was being drilled mercilessly by an angry man with a huge dick.It felt like he violated me for hours, calling me degrading names like; Faggot, sissy, whore, worthless piece of meat, stupid cunt, cow and so on…I gritted my teeth as daddy’s old cock rammed my asshole and reeking hell in my guts. I momentary slipped off the bed due to my legs being fatigued, being forced. I then went over to the large mirror in Lydia's room, the overall appearance was stunning. The feel of the silky garments against my skin as I moved had given a terrific erection as they always do and I was forced to remove the thong and masturbate so I did not embarrass my mistress by serving them sporting a woody. Afterwards I filled the ice bucket, set out the liquor and glasses and then I returned to Lydia's room and waited, my heart was beating a mile a minute. I finally heard them enter.