They still insisted ontelling stories and relating wild rumors about her.Donna and I began going out, and we dated all that summer.We were not going s...eady, she was still going out withother guys too, but I discovered that Donna was an innocentvictim of macho male boasting of guys who claimed to havebopped her when she was a virgin.Also backing up Donna’s claim of purity was the fact thather brother and her male cousins were protective of her.They would often take her to places with them. Don't you want to demonstrate the superior connection between mother and daughter?"She just laughed and said, "No dear. I wouldn't think of interfering with the father/daughter bond. You go have fun."He made a face, but kissed his daughter and swept her up and out to the bedroom. My brown-haired daughter, who looked so much like her mother that it hurt to look at her hunched forward on the couch, put her hand over mine."You're losing weight, Dad, and you look - tired. How are you doing?I know. I direct the piss all over my bed so that it gets totally soaked. I slip up a couple of times, and the stream jets over the edge onto the hardwood floor, but I just giggle and make a mental note to clean it up later. I finish before long (I haven't had as much water as usual today), and lay back on my bed to pleasure myself. The smell of pee and the dampness spreading across my back turns me on like nothing else, and I start fingering myself furiously. I get totally lost in the sensation of my. Thankfully not soon after, Stacey climbs off and gets on her hands and knees facing away from me. I don’t need any hints or instructions on what to do. With my boxers still half way down my legs I get myself up and get behind Stacey. I pull at the pink panties she is wearing and pull them down to her knees. I can see already that her pussy is wet and ready for me. I waste no time. I’m ready to burst after her slow teasing blow job. I aim my cock at her slit and press forward. I have little care.