It was an uncomfortable feeling, feeling my own jizz sticky in my underwear.But that was not my only uncomfortable feeling. Once I had shot my nut, gu...lty thoughts flooded my mind. What the fuck was I doing? I quickly wadded the shirt back up and put it back right where Bobby had left it.Over the next couple of months I would secretly visit Bobby’s bedroom once a week or so. I couldn’t stop myself, I couldn’t resist. I would suck on parts of the shirt, I would lick it. And occasionally I would. Her mouth was wide open, her eyes were clinched tightly shut, her head back and her body arched, and her moaning a constant scream. I kept working my routine until finally she cried. “Stop, please stop, I can’t take any more.” She looked at me, a pleading look on her face. I removed my finger from her ass and began to lick and kiss all around her pussy. She ran her fingers through my hair, a beatific smile on her face. She pushed me up on my knees. I regularly went into chat rooms to flirt, and find guys for some fun phone sessions. This time I wanted more. I started talking to one guy who seemed like he could be a good fit. He was friendly, and made me really comfortable right away. We talked for quite a while, until finally, he asked if I'd like to come up to his place. I was hesitant. I had not done this often, and I wasn't sure how far I would be willing to go. But I said "yes." I got myself all dolled up for him. I put on a sexy. ”I then let her up off of her shoulders and pushed her down on the hood of the car on her stomach. Grabbing her calves I spread her open and re-penetrated her asshole from behind once again, “I want you to cum first honey. I am going to pound you until you do. If you love daddy then you will cum for him again.Britney looked back at me, “Then you will have to literally fuck the shit out of me daddy and I will cum all over you.” I pounded my daughter’s asshole as hard as I could while I put two.