I didn't want to make any trouble. I just wanted my daddy's hard dick - because it was right there! What's wrong with that? Call me wicked, but I neve... thought anything was wrong with wanting to fuck my father, once the thought occurred to me (and to him, believe me!). I knew what I wanted and I set about getting it. But, my father was proving a hard nut to crack (pun intended). He never touched me and he never let me touch him. I had just about reached the end of my rope. Then, 'today'. I wake up early as usual and sit out on the step with a cup of coffee and a smoke dressed in my sweat pants I retrieved from the truck. He steps out and pats me on the shoulder giggling, I look up at him and wonder what that is about, he is almost loosing control of his laughter telling me about how her ass is killing her and what the hell happened last night. We come into the house after he finishes his smoke (he is a drinking weekend smoker only so no smoking in the house). As we pour some. He opened his mouth for me to have access, and like Tanisha taught me I started to use my tongue to please him. My tongue swirled around in this mouth caressing his tongue, I know I was doing it right because he moaned a little, and then he stuck his tongue into my mouth allowing me to suck it like it was a cock. I guess it was having the proper effect because his hands started wandering over me, it felt great to be felt up like a real woman while making out. Then he started taking the. I think you are one of the hottest women I ever laid eyes on.”Her smile grew as she said, “Oh that is such a relief. I feel so much better getting that off my chest.”I stood up, walked around the desk to where she was sitting. I took her hand, pulling her up as I leaned down and kissed her sexy lips. Our mouths opened, allowing our tongues to meet. I have never felt the way I felt right then. Her kiss was so sensual, so sexy, I didn’t want to stop. We stood there, making out like teenagers,.