I continued kissing and nibbling down her outer thigh and leg. She turned her body towards me so she was on her back. As I started kissing my way up h...r inner thigh, she pulled her legs apart and I ran my soft hand up the other side, gently brushing the outside of her pussy with my hand! Damn she was already very wet. But my saying is, the wetter the better. When my mouth met her pussy , I ran the tip of my tongue around the outside of her pussy lips and man did she taste sweet! I continued to. ..what?!" Oh come on, Dad. Don't be so dumb. I know you heard me moaning. I know you heard my vibrator buzzing. I know your heard the springs on my bed squeaking as I rode my dildo. Why do you think I was so loud? I kept hoping you'd come in and take what was yours. Instead, you settle for...that?! I mean, she had a nice body, but I am way hotter!" Paige," he began, befuddled, "you know...we cannot...I mean, you're my daughter and I—" So now you are moral?" she growled at him, stepping back. We were childless: my chef's lifestyle didn't really suit fatherhood; but Mel, as she was usually called, wanted a family before she got much older, so we made the life-changing decision to move to the West Country and open the guest-house. Unfortunately, for Mel, it wasn't so much life-changing, as life-ending: she was dead at 34. I seriously debated at the that time whether to sell up and return to Oxford, but I knew that my heart wasn't really into being a full-time chef anymore and I had. "Apologize for your attitude, and promise you'll never hang out with Beth." My father stops spanking her, leaving his hand over her hot butt."Fine. I'm sorry and I'll never talk or hang out with Beth ever again." She vows while sobbing."You're sorry for what?" A slap follows. Chloe's right foot kicks the floor in shock of the unexpected pain."I don't know! You a..." She's helplessly angry.Smack! Smack! "Stop it!" Chloe cries."Apologize for your attitude!" He demands with a vicious grin.