A little deeper each time, a little closer to making me gag. I look up at his face again, likely with a look of terror in my eyes, but he is lost in t...e ether, his eyes closed in passion, his face a picture of concentration. “Oh yeah, oh yeah,” he mutters. Another press forward and this time I can’t help but gag, and in doing so my teeth make contact with skin. I try to pull my head away, but he’s still holding on tight. “Easy with the teeth, honey,” he laughs. I’m in no laughing mood as I. That afternoon, I came home to tell her that she needed to stop. But she wasn’t home. My wife reminded me that she had a club celebration that night and wouldn’t be home until late. I tried to stay awake so that I could talk to her, but I fell asleep on the couch. On Thursday morning, I woke up early, determined to get out of the house before she came down. It was the last day with students, and I knew Cassie wasn’t going to school that day. But again, I heard her get out of bed. My mind. “I’m proud of you.”“Thank you. I’m proud too.”“You should be. I can see that you’re taking to fatherhood well.”“I never realized it would be so rewarding.”“You have no idea! Wait ‘till you’ve got Leo’s grandson suckling on your cock.”I laughed. “That’ll be another century or two, I suppose.”“They fly by.” He leaned back and moaned, enjoying the attention his cock was getting, while I nibbled and licked at his nipple.After a minute or two he pulled me close and said, “You know what the next step. It wouldn't have been the first time."Hi, Daddy, go get changed. I've fixed a special dinner for us," Rhonda said as casually as she could, kissing her father's lips briefly and rubbing her chest on his. Inside, her heart was beating a mile a minute. God, he is so handsome! she thought. She loved his dark mustache and the hint of gray at his temples. He was so distinguished-looking in his business suit."Uh... what... did I miss something?" he stammered, the feeling of her soft lips lingering on.