. ," he said at last.She sent her text message, snapped her phone shut, and looked at him expectantly."Aly," he began again, "we need to talk." Oh," s...e mocked, "this sounds serious." It is." It's about this morning, isn't it?" He started to respond, but she cut him off. "Why are you so uptight about it, Dad? We're both consenting adults." It's still wrong," he said."Why?" It just is." But why? Why is it 'wrong' to have sex with someone who loves you?" Because you're my daughter, that's why.". “Call me Saturday morning with the time and place so I can meet you there Saturday night,” Emmy said as she got into her car.“Oh, okay. I was planning on being a gentleman and picking you up,” Paul said.“Call me Saturday morning and I will let you know if I am ready to let you pick me up or not,” she conceded.“Sounds like a plan,” he answered.As she got ready for bed that night, her phone buzzed. It was a text from Paul.What kind of food do you like?For some reason, it made her feel good inside. Of course, I didn't stop there. Later we changed roles and I served as her chalice.It was a glorious spring day, too beautiful to stay indoors all the time. So we decided to go for a stroll in the nearby park. We were both slightly tipsy from the wine we had consumed and Charlotte was in an exceptionally good mood, so good that I felt comfortable enough to bring up a subject which she was normally not keen on: my defloration. We were sitting on a park bench, a little off the main path,. Our bodies were moving in synchronized motion. I really didn’t have to do anything. She was pleasuring herself on my rock hard staff. With a flurry of deep, quick thrusts, I buried myself to the hilt in her pussy, ramming my hard staff deeper and deeper. Her motions became intense and soon she just froze, letting out a muffled scream. Her juices flowed out and down my thighs. I knew she had just had an orgasm, but I didn’t think she was finished. I pulled out and turned her around and before.