Why should she have to stop? She loved it and there was no doubt that her pet did also.Being fucked by her gentle and considerate father was much diff...rent than the panting, slobbering assault of her pet with his massive, high-speed tool. She didn't have the same exhausted feeling she got from Pal's frantic fucking and she wasn't sure which she'd choose if she had to make a choice. Should she tell her Dad what she was doing? No, she decided as she lolled languorously beside the man. He was. .. but he could no longer remember for what purpose. The farmer would often feed him, and she would give him fresh milk, and eggs.Since the start of the school year, he had stopped making these visits, because the edge of the village had now become the edge of his world. Every time he intended to head out, as soon as he stepped past the last house in the village, he realised that he no longer had any destination in mind, and found himself turning around and walking back.It was as if some. I looked back. "Your mom and I have already talked about this. She agreed to hand you over." Hand me over? "My mom would never allow that," I scoffed. "But honey, she did." He flashed me a smug smile. I wasn't gonna win against this guy. I was trying to tell him no but my efforts were wasted and I ended up going with him. "Hey, why did you come? I thought you didn't wanna be my dad." "That is not true. I don't know what your mom told you but most of it are lies." He continued walking until we. I fucked her long and slow, keeping her on the verge of orgasm but never quite letting her go over. She started moaning, panting, and begging but I woulnd't let her cum. I don't know where I found the stamina, maybe it was the two glasses of wine I had had with dinner, but I was able to hold back as long as I liked. And I liked it long. On and on I fucked her. I even stuck my thumb up her butt as she rocked back and forth over my member, and she seemed to get even hotter, as impossible.