When I made her cum on my face, I would be nearly on the brink of cumming myself.We walked through the mall, and made our way to the movie theater wit...out me groping her too much. Sometimes, she would playfully swat my hand away when I tried to touch her and say, "Daddy, be good." Those moments would instantly ignite a lust in me for her that wouldn't abate until I had unloaded a huge, warm load of my cum in her willing pussy.I hung back as she paid for the tickets to some movie. She was. I quicklycovered her with a blanket when she started to scream, and told her shewas going to be alright. I asked her how long she had been there. Shesaid it had been a couple of days. She had already been raped by myDad, but there was no way to let her clean up at the moment. I didn'thave time to look for keys to the cuffs, but I did see bolt cutters onmy Dad's workbench. Her clothes were on a pile on a chair, so I turnedmy back while she got dressed. I told her to go outside while I. I even had cute feet. Add it all together, and you had a woman who was distinctly attractive, but not supermodel beautiful. More pretty in sort of an all-American girl next door sort of way. I made a nervous glance to the door. This was wrong. Really wrong. In just about every way wrong. Only how many chances do you get at something like this in life? Zero, that's how many. If you get one impossible chance, wouldn't it be a shame to waste it? I let those nice hands go back to the places. Not really. ‘ She grinned thinking of Chris, Josh, and Tim, her guy friends and brotherly figures back home. They always Skyped her on Friday nights to catch up on the droll of the week before they went to party at a bar or two without her. ‘Not unless you count a Skype date with three delicious men. I can reschedule though.’ She couldn’t help herself. Urging a sweet spell of jealousy was cruel considering her refrain from interest, but seeing Linus puff up his chest and and rub his jaw.