It would be i****t with my own daughter. Maybe we’d both feel the guilt and shame and remorse. Perhaps we’d be sorry. But, regardless of the outco...e, noting would deflect me from tasting my daughter’s essence straight from the source.I caught Jemima’s eyes and asked, “Is this what you want, my beautiful baby?”“Oh, dad,” she gasped when my tongue found her core.I went at Jemima using all the experience I’d garnered from every other woman I’d known. I used my fingers, my tongue, and my lips to. She lay there scared and almost bracing for his assault, when she felt something hard smack her ass, he winced as she felt a tear slide down her cheek. He continued and three, four, five, and six she counted as he whipped her ass. She couldn’t take anymore and finally please, “Please no more, I won’t fight you anymore!” Next she heard the sound of his pants falling to the ground, followed by him pulling her thong down to her knees, she was scared, but she was rather this then the assault. "Honestly, it doesn't seem like anything any of my friend's moms would do," he said with a smile."It probably isn't," I agreed."You wouldn't happen to know a Tomos dealer around here would you?" I asked."No, but there is a dealer in new and used scooters about five blocks that way," he said pointing south."Good, I need to get a move on.nice to have met you." As I rode down the street I was also looking at the neighborhood. I was hoping for good quiet area because I had a few details to take. Driving her for ice cream which was like 15 minutes from us felt like 1 hour. It was pure awkwardness. How many times I did try to look toward her, that many times I failed to see her as only my daughter. I knew I had to do something to get conversation to start but could not find the right words. So I started smiling at her, in the hope she would ask what, and that somewhat what happened. I took her hand in my hand(which was pumping my tool not long a go) and begun slowly caressing it. Did I.