His strength was obvious, from his shoulders through his chest and into his legs. Bile bit my tongue like the juice from an acidic fruit. I heard him ...niff and then he chuckled softly to himself. “She smells deliciously ripe, does she not, old sod?” His smile revealed white fangs in the moonlight, and I noted the pale yellow glimmer of his eyes. “Come with me, stripling. I claim the privilege of the challenged. I would prefer we do this in private.” She slept, and I did not want her sleep. Tonight when she was cleaning up the house to entertain some of her girlfriends for a weekend overnight, I couldn’t take my eyes off from her. All of a sudden it struck me that she was the spitting image of her mother when I first met her and throughout the entire twelve years that I knew her.She walked the same, she bent over the same, and she caused my dick to come to a full erection just like her mother did.For the rest of that week all I could do was stare at my beautiful daughter. She wore. I finally positioned myself between her legs. Cupping her buttocks, I lifted her slightly. Her smell was intoxicating as I drew her pussy closer to my face, and she gasped as I blew warm air against her damp flesh. I parted her folds with my thumbs and started by flicking just the tip of my tongue against her tightly puckered anus, eliciting a gasp from her as she shelves either side of her hips. Slowly, slowly I let my tongue drag higher, swirling between her labia and savouring the taste of. Only inches separated them as they touched hands, fingers lacing perfectly to interlock. Lips parted and heads rolled slightly in opposite directions, aligning them for the special kiss of greeting they both craved. My head leaned down to her mouth as she tilted her head back to look up at me. Their eyes remained open as they hesitated, only fractions defining the space between their lips. Both of them exhaled; the rhythm of their dance of desire permitting warm breath to mix becoming one.