But they aroused her deeply. Angique used words the girl would never have dared whisper. Now she heard them fall with careless ease from this woman's ...ips. She saw visions she must always have considered perverse. Now they seemed natural, delectable. Even desirable.Angique had taken her to the beach house that she had rented during her stay in Miami. She had extended that stay for another day. They never left the place. And she never left her new found treasure.Angique knew immediately that. It looked fancy and smelled great. She realized then how hungry she was after the long flight. She felt so much at ease here already.She asked her father if she could help.“Yes, my princess. You can chop the salad.”“You’re funny, I’m not a princess. You haven’t called me that in years.”He had been so busy with his company; they really hadn’t been together much in several years. She loved the attention. He seemed so much more relaxed now. Before, he worked six and seven days a week, leaving. I recognized it, I wanted it. My heart thudded heavily as my blood raced; I wasn't wary, I wasn't self-conscience, I didn't avoid his eyes. In less than a second I knew I could fuck my father. The fire in my loins spread to the entrance of my body, she swelled and began to seep. I don't know if dad felt the same way but my day passed as if I were on a date. I caught myself flirting with him, offering coy comments, brushing against arms and hands when the opportunity arose. In turn he seemed. They were wearing the exact same black jumpsuit, carrying the same standard-issue luggage pack and each of them had a pensive look written across their faces. It had been only two hundred days since the whole process had started, and while it felt like this day couldn't have come fast enough, he already felt a longing for his home. The dark skies of Kansas in the early morning roiled with storm clouds, Dack hoped the lander would arrive before it started.Two hundred days ago he'd announced to.