What have I done? Brit, can you ever forgive me? Do I even deserve to be forgiven?"I know, Daddy," Brit replied. "Now I know for sure, because you've ...ust proven it." Brit ... I..." he stammered. What was he supposed to say? What should a father tell his daughter in a situation like this? But he was operating in a place far out of the rules, because fathers were never supposed to be in this situation in the first place."I love you so much, Daddy," Brit said. "Ever since Jeff and I stopped being. She obviously liked them big.And he'd watched her squirm on it for almost an hour, through the spy cameras he'd had installed.The connection to the computer hadn't paid off much—what she had on there revealed little about the extent of his daughter's perversion, only a few short clips of porno movies and a bunch of text files George wasn't about to waste time reading through. But the cameras, those had definitely been worth it. They proved just how slutty a pervert his daughter was when she. "Was I any good?" The scene from the locker room once again flooded my mind and I felt myself instantly get wet just thinking about it. Amber' s soft lips barely brushing across mine brought me back to the present and sent a shiver racing through my body. Her hands found mine and she guided them over her body. Her skin was soft and smooth like silk and she let go of my hands as they seemed to finally gain a life of their own. I touched her face and we kissed a long, deep kiss. Our tongues. Once in the kitchen she again says you can have a drink then go, well I want more then that thought I might get your knickers off, no she says my knickers are stopping on, I don't want my husband thinking you are fucking me, He been saying things like the neighbour told me you had somebody call the other day stopped about 2 hours then went, I think he knows you have been fucking me, He will know if you don't get on the knees & suck my lolly I'm not she said I gets my phone out you want me to.