I had done an amazing job turning her into a slut, into a whore. I had debased my daughter as a proxy for my own lusts, changing her forever.I sucked ...n a deep breath. Today, I would fuck another man who wasn’t my son in front of my husband. He would watch me be an utter whore.My pussy grew even juicier. This is what I had craved ever since I peeped in on Clint fucking his family a year ago. I’d feared it. I tried to hide it by delving into another obsession: online gambling. But that still. It really shows off your hot sexy body." He tells her the other two men liked it as well.Marsha doesn't know what is making her so bold. She faces him. "I’m glad you like it. I told you it shows a lot. Dave suggested I wear this so you can look at me. Turn around and let me take care of you."She applies lotion to Kurt's back. She spreads it evenly over his back and shoulders. Her breasts brush his skin. She runs her hand under the edge of his briefs. "And we don't want this nice ass to. ..and a live in babysitter would be handy” I replied. Ashley and Celeste exchanged a glance at each other and began to laugh, ‘a private joke’ I thought. Celeste came over and gave me a big hug and said ‘thank you’. Matt came into the kitchen about ten minutes later, Celeste told him of the offer that Ashley and myself had proposed and he too gave us both about a dozen ‘thank you’s’. We talked for a little while out in the kitchen about how we would have to sort out moving their things before. I swear to help NO MATTER WHAT!!"In a cute move, Emily sat back up and leaned in with an outstretched pinky. "Let's shake on it, then...shall we??" What is this about anyways?" he asked smiling, as his pinky curled around hers.Emily shyly took her finger away, planted her elbows on the table and cupped her face with her hands. Taking in one deep breath, she quickly muttered "Dad, may I taste your sperm?"Before John could even flinch, Emily kept up the onslaught. "Look, Dad...it's not what you.