"OK, what is it, you guys?"Tom, the ringleader as usual, answered."Last night, Dad? Mom?"I saw Emily blush and instantly I knew what Tom was talking a...out. I grinned."And?"Tom looked at Rob. Rob looked at Debra."Pretty hot, Dad," said Rob."Yeah, hot, Mom," added Tom. Debra grinned.Emily and I looked at each other and burst out laughing. Tears covered Emily's face."You know—"I couldn't keep going, even as I tried to stifle my laughter. Emily did her best to keep a straight face and failed. She. She knew she wasn’t allowed in his office, nobody was. But, just this once she had to break the rules. She tip toed into his office, shutting the door behind her and sat in her fathers computer chair., moving the mouse, brining the screen to life. She clicked open his internet, and checked his last visited web page.There it was, “Daddy Get Daughter Pregnant”. She pressed play. Skipping through, dragging the button along the time bar, stopping on certain spots. Watching. Her heart beating as. More cum flowed, a seemingly endless supply. I gasped, frozen with my cock twitching in her pussy. It wasnt deflating, spent and exhausted, but still stiff enough to remain deep. I felt my youth coming back, a new energy siphoned from her that kept me aroused. I knew I couldnt go another round, but I also knew my cock was thriving. Looking at my work, the pinkish cream outlined her stretched pussy, my cum mixed with her new status. Sachi lifted her head to take a look. Quivering, her lips. I found the boxes, four in all, with ‘DANS CRAP’ printed in block capitals on the side. I took down the first box and opened it up. It had in it a nice, but dated, digital camera; a VCR; loads of computer cables; old copies of classic car magazines; ice cream tub of mixed batteries and some shoes. I asked Dee if she thought I could take the shoes and she reminded me that Janet said I could take what I wanted from the boxes. I looked but unfortunately the shoes weren’t my size. I took down.