. This continued for a while, until she started to wonder what hefelt like. His skin looked so soft, and she had started to enjoy the textureof hair-...here was a strange dampness then, and she noticed the burningsensation in her groin. It felt nice, though. That trickle of dampness increased, and it broke Piccolo-chan outof her daydreams. What? Did I just...wet myself? But, I didn't have to- wait a minute- She shucked her pants and underwear, and saw the wetness stainingthem. The smell was. The stockings had patterns worked into the weave, and ended with a band of lace at the top. The combination of the shoes and stockings would draw the attention of almost everyone to her legs. If they looked higher, they would see how short and flippy her skirt was, and then how much of her breasts were on view, since her blouse was unbuttoned to below the lower curves of those globes.She was nervous about wearing the outfit to work, but she was doing it as a way of trying to do an act of. I thought it came from her mouth, but as it increased in resonance I realized it came from her throat. She was humming, and the vibrations were pulsating through my cock with a deep rhythm. She changed notes and each change brought new sensations to my cock. She continued to hum and my cock was in heaven.I could feel a familiar pressure building within me and knew I would soon shoot my semen into her, filling her mouth, and pushing itself down her throat. I felt her hand softly grasp my balls,. Stan had seen larger ones in magazines, but not many and his cock was at full attention waiting and wanting to feel the scalding hot sensation of slamming in and out of the beautiful hot box between her legs! Pussy juice was beginning to splatter more and more across the rubberized flooring. He shuddered at the thought of licking it up and at least tasting his daughter that way.And then she began cumming. She dug her heels into her father's thighs and tipped the chair back as the muscles.