Let me run and get them really quick." No problem, I'll walk up there with you."This guy was so hot, and with the way I was acting he had to think I w...s atotal flake.I shuffled through some papers and found the ones I was looking for. Whywas I so nervous and jumpy? This was not like me usually. I turned aroundto hand him the papers and managed to clip the side of a mug holding thepens on top of the counter which naturally threw about a dozen pens into thefloor.Could I look more like a spaz. The perfect cliché we all have in our minds, where plumbers are concerned, stood before me. He had a rough demeanour, was bulky and unshaven, and wore a two piece blue overall, with a white T-shirt in sore need of a wash.“Hi, I’m Pier,” he grunted.“Hi, I’m Zane,” I replied. “Please come in.” After entering I asked if his name was of French origin, believing it to be spelt, ‘Pierre.’“No it’s Pier,” he stated, verbally spelling his name.“That’s very unusual,” I answered.“Well, my name is actually. He doesn’t usually but that doesn’t mean I don’t wait all the same. The door bell rings and I feel the excitement I felt sixteen years ago, innocent anticipation only a little child could have. The younger me bursts through the front door of the tiny apartment shouting an over-joyed greeting to…the paperboy. The child me is crestfallen, and I feel that inside all over again and seeing this scene replayed made me remember why things like this stuck with you through life. Seven years after this,. May the little cut recognized that it was her father’s tool, that is fucking the daughter.And at last, I could make an almost full entry into her pussy. She was happy to feel dad inside her, I knew from her face.I started my action, increasing the frequency of pumping into her pussy and she was shivering with excitement, seeing her dad on top of her in full action.My cute little daughter was under me, with my cock filling her hole, and I thanked my stars for giving such a fuckable daughter.When.