"What do you think," she asked,"Is it me?"The outfit she held up was complete with a peek-a-boo bra, skimpy white, crotchless string panties, a lacy g...rter belt, and matching stockings. All covered in a plastic dry cleaner bag, as was everything in the closet."It's you, all right," I sighed. "It's you if you feel like getting fucked tonight or, sucked." I was still tingling from our encounter."In fact," I said, moving close to her, and sliding the closet door shut, "Why don't you try on a few. "Daddy, like duh! I've been using a vibrating dildo for almost three months." "Oh," was all I could get out. She grabbed my cock and slowly slid down on it. I looked up at her feeling all the love for my little girl and all the ecstasy of her tight velvet pussy. Love and lust turned into the kind of bliss one imagines could only be found in the afterlife, if there is any, because I had certainly never felt a pussy like hers before or since. She road me cowgirl-style and I bucked up and into. Dad got down on his knees beside her bed and reached over to tickle the pubic hairs of her pussy. She stirred but did not wake up. The wine had apparently affected her the same as it had her Mom. He then applied a bit of pressure to her thighs, and they parted like automatic doors. This gave him better access, and he went for it. He moved his index finger down to her vagina and started to slide it up and down her slit. She moaned but still did not wake. He dipped his finger into her cunt to. He played with her tongue, sucking on it, then pulled away, breathing heavily, and rose from the bed, leaving her disoriented. He got up and adjusted the camera to catch the entire bed, then turned her a bit, and before she could more than wonder what was next, he pushed her shoulders, and with a surprised grunt that rose to a short cut-off shriek, she fell forward, landing on her tormented, bloated tits with her hands now up in the air behind her, still tied to her ankles and helpless.