In between each pump of her pussy, he was able to catch a glimpse of her brown little asshole before my balls covered it. I thought it was a shame tha... he went through all that work and couldn’t get any good footage of his daughter getting railed. “Oh my god,” Rachel said as she picked up another shoebox from her closet. She showed me that inside of it was at least three or four pairs of her panties in Ziplock bags, most likely for his sniffing and masturbating pleasure. I personally didn’t. It was fun, but it still felt kinda recreational, like this thing we did on the side of our "real relationships" with our boyfriend.Then, it happened again. Then a third time. A month later, it was a regular thing. We made out and felt each other up several times a week. She kept telling me how beautiful I was and I realized she was living in my head. Like, when I was getting ready in the morning, picking out an outfit I thought, "Silvie will like this" or picking eye shadow, "She told me this. She took my rigid tool in her hand, and worked it for just a few strokes, I was so hyped up my dick sprayed her leg and belly with my seed. She rose wiping herself with the towelling housecoat, and saying that that would be enough today, dad would be home soon and she needed to start on tea.We tidied the bed and together hand in hand we returned to the living room to collect my clothes, she kissed me whispered “tomorrow” and then vanished into the bathroom.Well dad appeared from his work on his. She apparently doesn’t operate like that. Oh, we’ve been exclusive since she moved in, but the only time she talks about love is when she’s ragging on other people.Like Jenn. “Jenn’s in luuvvvv with Kenneth. They don’t have sex. They don’t live together. He’s gone a week at a time and all she does is stay home or come over here. But she’s in luuvvv.”What I’m trying to say is that I’m not ‘using’ Jamie and she’s not ‘using’ me, well, except I do end up paying for rent and groceries and when we.