She was only eighteen and she had discovered the sexual power she wielded over me. Perhaps she thought she’d now go out and do better.One week I mus... have called three times and Aunt Julia told me Lenore wasn’t around. It was simple enough to request a callback, and I would always get one on the same day or the day after. Now, I heard nothing.I wasn’t that worried, and I didn’t want to make a pest of myself. Three more days went by, for a total of eight that I had no contact with Lenore. That. “Are you ok?” I asked her, as I held her, rubbing her back.It took her a moment, but she nodded her head into my chest. “Yes, Daddy. Was I a good girl?”I smiled at her cuteness, and chuckled. “You were a very good girl. How do you feel?”“Full, and a little sore.” She said. Then giggled. “I think that we need to drink more.”She leaned up, and kissed me. Then got up off the couch to go mix herself another drink. She moved tenderly for the next half hour. It was particularly amusing to watch her. I brought my fingers up to my nipples and gave them a light squeeze, closing my eyes to the feeling. It felt nice and doing that always made my thoughts just disappear. I didn’t think about him anymore when I masturbated, I actually thought of random TV show characters like Sam from Supernatural. God I wanted HIM to just knock on my door one day but, that was and always would just be a fantasy. My left hand slowly made its way down until my fingers found my smooth womanhood. I always kept it. As she continued sucking my dad’s cock, I crawled to my daughter’s side, kneeling. I got up under her arm, she lifted it her arm a little higher so I could get under her nicely. My head literally spun as I put my face closer to my daughter’s thick hair armpit. As I did, I could already smell her pungent odor of musky, dried sweat, just like her mother. The scent was overwhelmingly strong but still sexually intoxicating to me. I placed my nose in my daughter’s wet, reeking pit, I sniffed then I.