She was also eighteen and was wearing a white long sleeve shirt with a high collar that had a little chain with a little gold crucifix hanging out the...top, a denim skirt with white nylons and black flat shoes. She had small breasts and a firm round ass. I asked her to dance a few times and enjoyed the way she felt mashed against me as we danced to some country slow song. Eventually I asked her for her phone number and the next day I called her and we started dating. I had graduated from high. I look at him, stuttering a reply, ‘but you’re my daddy,’ shaking with my orgasm, feeling my cunt pulsate, and daddy watching me lick my juices off my fingers and I see him licking his lips.When I have calmed some, I open a small drawer under the dashboard, hoping to find something so I can wipe my glistening wet pussy and stop myself leaking girl juice down my inner thighs.Daddy sits back and fastens his seatbelt again then asks, ‘what are you looking for baby girl,’ knowing full well what I. “Please stop. Show some compassion; please get off.”Cal was having too much fun; the excitement she was experiencing was just as real and just as overwhelming for him as for her. He wanted to please her, he wanted to continue to cosset, to pamper her; he believed her calls for a stop were premature. He wanted to keep loving her, petting her, just this way forever. He believed what he was doing was something she’d enjoy and remember forever. All he wanted to do was give her joy and. They were ever watchful of the trail behind them as they rode on southwest beside the railroad, toward the other ranch.They camped on the north fork of the Canadian the third night and Eli knew they’d be at the other ranch before dark tomorrow.The water was running slow with hardly any current to speak of. It looked thick and red, from the red clay washing into it. The horses drank it, but no one wanted to bathe in the red waters.“Daddy, what’s wrong with that river? Are they all like that over.