What did that mean for him? Was he somehow guilty? No, from the letter, he had done all he could. Sometimes, even when you do everything right, things...just can’t be helped. Like this, said a nasty little voice inside Phyre’s head. She immediately shut it out and instead tried to remember the time of her life when it was only her mother who worked with glass. The memories that she could find were faint beyond recognition. A time when she, like all children, lived day by day and never thought of. .. something approaching happiness... though she couldn't focus on that now. She didn't feel it was right to, anyway, not at that moment, because he seemed so serious and she was scared. He didn't know where he was leading her, walking blindly while thinking. This was too messed up, even for who he had become. He couldn't just drag her away, get her involved in his life, and leave her to run from chaos and the threat of death should he be caught. It would be terrible for her, but in his heart. She ran her fingernails over my skin then went after the button on the top of my jeans as she crossed her leg over mine and started grinding her pussy against my leg. It was obvious that she wasn’t able to hold back any longer and needed to move on. I moved my hand around and grabbed her ass and pulled her crotch harder against my leg as she continued to fuck her pussy against my leg. I knew that she needed a cock, but she would have to wait for that. One thing that I love is eating pussy. I. "God, daddy," she moaned deep from within her throat as he continued to glide in and out, his hands now on her tits and staring into her eyes. "Oh, God, oh, God, oh, Gooood," continued to moan with each thrust, and pushing back, and for the first time, accepting that it was her father fucking her, and not giving a damn. To hell with family. To hell with what sociologist had to say. She was getting fucked by her father, and she was enjoying it.Suddenly, he pulled out, his cock pulsating and.