”“I’ve dated,” Larry countered weakly.“Yeah, right. Like three times, all with different girls.”“They just weren’t very much fun. You�...�re much better company, so why do I need anyone else?”“Yeah, but you’re not getting any sex, Dad.”Larry’s cock tingled in his pants at his scantily clad daughter’s mention of sex. At the same time it wasn’t supposed to be a topic they should discuss.“That’s not anything you need to be concerned about,” he retorted nervously.“Oh please, Dad. I’m fifteen. It’s not. . Coolly and deliberately, she had picked up the shoes and thrown them, with all the energy she could muster, far, far out to sea. She realised as the sane part of her self witnessed the ever more strongermad part doing this rash deed, that some of her madness had not been cauterised by this deed. By the time she had made the journey across the rocks, over the shingle and up the wooden steps, she was dry and warm all over. Her feet hurther a lot and she had a long way to go, much of it over. When Jerry's ejaculations changed to a dribble, Liz slowly milked the last few drops on to her tongue with her hand.Jerry felt his legs shaking as his wife removed his penis from her mouth. She gazed up at him, showing him the pool of semen in her open mouth. When Jerry smiled, she moved her tongue and let him watch his cum drain into her throat. Liz licked her lips several times and sat back in the tub."Where did you learn that trick?" Jerry asked as he sat on the edge of the tub."Dianne told. With an erection pressing up against her bum, I caressed her, an almost casual exploration of the amazing shape of a teenage pubis, so damn erotic. I wasn't in any rush. I was enjoying fondling my little girl intimately far too much. Clearly she liked it, too. She snuggled and sighed holding my hand in place and pressing it against her."This feels good, Dad. How does it feel to you?" Wonderful," I said, giving her a light kiss on her nose."How about now?" she asked a minute later.Sasha's.