“I… Oh!… Baby girl…Please… Oh!”“I’ll take that as a ‘yes’, Dad,” Becky giggled. His skin was so soft, yet underneath was as hard...as stone. It pulsed in her hand, a thrilling reminder that it was alive beneath her ministrations.Bill still laid on his side, not believing this was happening. His own sweet daughter was jerking him off! It was so wrong, so forbidden, yet her little hand felt so good on his stiff cock. He rolled over slightly to give her better access to his tool.“Mmm, I can’t. ”She paused while she studied him; a gorgeous blond hunk of a man, wealthy and, although a thirty-something, unattached. Why did he continue to visit her - she was ancient, so old she’d retired from ‘the game’ long ago.She opened a cupboard, extracted two objects and held them out for his inspection, one in each palm, book-ending her bosom. “Which do you prefer?”His gaze caressed her breasts. “The middle pair.”She giggled. “They’re no longer for sale. I’m retired.” She hoisted the potato bag. He smelt of Old Spice, Brylcreem and faintly of cider. I snuggled into his shirt and felt calm at last."Hungry?" he asked me, his dark eyes burning into me. "So much so!" I answered, lowering my gaze to his hand on my thigh as it slid upwards to my pussy-which had gotten some hair on it over the past few days. He ran his finger over it and shook his head "you can have some water and whatever else...after I've shaved you" he sighed.He liked being able to see my clit and to touch it constantly,. I am so close to the orgasm I crave. My toes are clenched as are my cheeks trying with all my might to remain still, to leave you undisturbed. The TV watches it's dirty show that is nowhere near as dirty as the one in my mind. My muscles are tight, painful with the strain, and I wish to thrash. Fiercely, I hold myself as still as possible. No longer do I wish to wake you. I can't bear to have you see my secret shame; I cannot merely sleep beside you, that I need, I crave more. I cannot be.