Robert Morgan knew what they were doing was wrong. A voice deep within his soul told him so. But the voices he heard emanating from his cock was telli...g him a different story."I love you, too, baby," he gasped. "But..."But, what, Daddy? I want you. I love you. What's wrong with that."Robert Morgan put his hands on her hips in an effort to still her pumping, jerking hips and pelvis. "We have to stop, honey. We can't do this." Why, Daddy?" You're my daughter. What kind of father do you think I. I want you tobe in the right mood for the makeover and the clothes and the photos. Iwant you to go into the men's room right now and put these panties on."And with that she handed me a crumpled pair of black lace panties. Theywere warm and slightly pungent. That's when I realized she must havetaken them off when she went into the ladies' room. "Put them on, dear,and give me your underpants so I know you're wearing them. I'll wait foryou outside the men's room door." And she stood up,. It's easier to find men who are kinksters, at least in name if not in practice. There are tons of men who claim to be comfortable with their sexuality as I am but all they do is jerk off in front of a computer screen or they lie about their true motives and desires. You can't claim to be a comfortable with your sexuality if you your only connection to other people is though a broadband one or if you are ashamed of your actions. You can't claim to be comfortable with your sexuality if you need. Whenever he couldn’t continue, he used to give his tongue a rest and play around with the clit using his forefinger – which he kept wetter than a weathervane in Cherrapunji.We would learn later that the bed below the incestuous couple was soggy wet by now – with sweat, saliva and Janani’s cum. Feeling stupid standing around, I dragged a chair and sat down to watch the forbidden love between a brother’s tongue and a sister’s clit continue before me. Anjan was now visibly tiring, using his finger.