Only to see the protruding tentacle graze the beginnings of his daughter’s pussy, as if threatening him. She still seemed unspoiled, her bare vagina...neatly nestled right below her tender, beautiful bubble butt.In the pit of his soul, before he pushed the thought away, he felt that forbidden longing, glad at the chance to see the seductive woman that blossomed from him. Then the guilt came, the realization that he had been fixated on his daughter rather than Sarah. They looked so much alike, in. Well, all but Sydney who was cremated by the furnace down near the waterfront because he didn’t want to go to the expense of the regular way of exiting the world like everyone else. He was up on her ledge over the fireplace now and she had a sense he was watching her just like he had done all their married life to see if she was “fooling around” with the factory workmen all juiced up with booze and vim and vigor to nail a local woman just to say they had.Her hair was still that nice honey tint. With six sisters, you would think I was in pussy heaven but the simple truth was that the only one for me was my youngest sister Princess and in all honesty I have to admit she was the instigator and the one that kept me on my chain of obscene obsession like a puppet on a string. I am not trying to make excuses for my actions but I never touched any of my other five sisters with the exception of Lily who tricked me one time into thinking she was Princess and I did her before I suspected things. I had to feel you, had to have your body. I was beyond reason at this point and was embroiled in the passion you'd raised with your teasing throughout the lecture.As we kissed, my hands began to wander over your incredibly sexy body. I've seen bodies like yours in my dreams, but to hold one in my arms and to caress it was beyond heavenly. I could feel your hardening nipples pressing against my chest. Your hips seemed to welcome further exloration by my hands. Your ass was so tight within my.