"Lay down," I said. She was so drunk on sex, she was past caring what I was up to. She slid off my cock and laid down on the back seat. I grabbed the ...aist of her jeans and her panties. "I'm taking these off." She bit her lip and nodded. I pulled off her sneakers and practically ripped the jeans off her body. She immediately spread her legs wide open. He pussy was so slick and dark—swollen from her excitement. I could smell her sweet juices. I moved to get down so I could lick her and drink her. I gazed into her eyes, a little embarrassed. I didn't need a second glance to recognize her look of undisguised lust."Can I see it?" she whispered, nodding to the front of my pants.Not knowing how to respond, I hesitated."Please?" This time her voice had a pleading, almost desperate edge.Without speaking, I unsnapped my trousers, unhooked my belt and slowly lowered my zipper. She bit her lower lip, but her gaze never wavered.The pants slid off my hips and down my legs to floor accompanied by. "Jenn, what could I tell her? She knows I had sex with Emily. She knows I had sex with you and she knows I had sex with Molly. You told her all that, right?"Jenn nodded, although it was obvious she hated admitting to it."What was I supposed to tell her, Jenn? That I would fuck her mother, my sister. I would fuck her sister, my niece and I would fuck her cousin, my daughter, but I won't fuck her? How would that work, Jenn?" Damn it, Dave, she's my daughter and she's only sixteen. I know it's. After a while, the test tube started bubbling and she read off the next set of numbers. We didn't talk about anything but the experiment and I spent the rest of my time trying to think of descriptions for her more clever that 'uppity bitch'.At the end of class, she came around to my side of the table and put her foot on my chair. She rolled up her pants leg to reveal a bit mark. The faint bruise showed still identifiable teeth marks. "Trust me. When fetish bits me on the leg, I know." She put.