She pulled the covers over her head and rolled over. A few minutes later there was a knock at the door. Her dad peeked in. “Sweetheart, are you feel...ng ok?” She pulled the covers down, “Yeah I’m fine.” “Ok, then get up and get dressed, breakfast is ready.” She sighed, “OK.” She got out of bed, grabbed her school uniform and underwear and walked down the hallway to the bathroom to take a shower. She looked in the mirror, her long blonde hair was a mess. She stood at 5’5 and weighed about 120. “Oh! Daddy! Your tongue feels amazing! Lick my pussy. Make me cum. OH! Right there! Oh, God! Suck me there! OHHH! So Good!” Becky was writhing on the bed, moving his head to and fro, pulling him hard against her dripping gash.Bill was reveling in the thrill of eating out his daughter’s pussy, loving the response she was having. He moved his hands under her thighs, slowly massaging her soft flesh, running them up her heaving tummy, finally grasping a firm teenage tit in each hand, and squeezing. Her underarms are so sensitive, even breathing on them would get her going. Of course, being her polar opposite, I am not ticklish at all, and Melia has tried for years.So here we are, two single ladies in the city on a Friday night and what do we do? We hold up in our apartment because of the COVID-19 lock-down! Actually this one is her apartment. I do have my own place, but we decided that if either of us was infected, we were already both infected and the first week of self-isolating drove. Western New York Fall Festival. I whispered in her ear to come to my car in the pits in about twenty minutes. My name is Paul. When this evening happened I was 26 and trying to make a living as a stock car driver. I had one sponsor that paid most of my cost to travel and maintain my car and a couple of other smaller ones that about paid my tire bill, entry fees and gas. In effect my purse money was mine although I did give the crew members part of it when I did well, to augment the salary.