" I wasn't sure what to do next. I smiled at my little angel as I ran my dick down her beautiful face, painting my juices on her. As much as I tried t... play this as "just another fuck", there was no denying that this was, in fact, sex between a father and his daughter. So I thought I would play with that a bit and see how she responded. I walked over to the drawer and pulled out the paddle that I had used on her as a child. What can I say? I am an old-fashioned redneck and I didn't believe in. He also said to make sure we film it, everything.” The cop had my pipe and filled it. I sat there as he lit the bowl for me. I inhaled and shut my eyes, auhhhh. I was starting to feel like a prisoner, captive to be used, abused like Jerome used me. I liked the idea. I slumped in the chair, my terry cloth jumper not covering much of anything. The clerk came over and grabbed me behind my neck. It sent goose bumps through me. I looked up at her with seductive eyes. My perky nipples stood at. He stood next to me by the counter and told me, that I almost cought him putting up the video recorder. I said I looked all over and didn't see anything..he told me he snuck behind the bar until the coast was clear. He said that I came out of the bathroom too quickly for him to escape, so he stayed behind the bar and watched.I was shocked, but excited all the same. I looked at my brother, he stepped in front of me and raised my shirt. My nipples were standing at attention as he reached. Don't worry, she'll probably make three or four Italian things, then you can eat just the things you like best."As soon as I hung up with her, I called home. I told Gerta about having company on Friday, and told her what Emily had said about wanting Italian food. After I talked to Gerta, I spoke with my mother and asked her permission to have Emily over for dinner, and to watch television with me."Of course, sweetie, this is your home, and you are free to invite whomever you wish. Is this that.