‘That’s a good girl, that’s a good little sweetheart,’ I croon, forgetting to disguise my voice. I don’t even realize I’ve spoken. I’m t...o busy pounding my daughter’s 18-year-old ass. ***** I recognize the voice immediately. Holy fuck! It’s my father! Daddy’s enormous cock is cramming my asshole through a gloryhole in the adult bookstore by our house and I’m loving every minute of it! How many nights have I lain in bed fantasizing about my gorgeous Daddy? About kissing him and offering my big. My wife was back to my home with her k** after spending summer holidays, Mala and me was alone staying at home. That was Friday afternoon I was back to home as usual, as I got more work so I thought take some rest and work late night. I stop at the entrance of my room hearing the sounds from bathroom, at instant I got bathroom over-there Mala laid on floor due to slipped on soap-solution.she was now totally nude I getup her and laid on bed of my room.She hugged me cried “papa…papa”, she was. .." Began Barry Holkum, a fourth year doctoral student and Dr. Roberts only remaining graduate assistant. "Fair? She's a fucking drag queen I hear. You ought to go over to North Hollywood some Friday night." Doc Roberts' sexuality is his own business." Barry snapped back. A second graduate student, who had been leaning against the door frame the whole time finally joined in. "Maybe he has." "Huh? What-in-the-hell is that supposed to mean?" Barry growled at the younger man. "You saying. ’ I noticed his friend look awkwardly at our playful advance towards each other. It was fairly entertaining. I smiled back and moved away, flaunting myself knowing he was watching. I could feel the wetness forming in-between my legs at the idea of teasing each other knowing when we got home, we would explode before getting to the bedroom. The kitchen was actually pretty deserted since most of the guests were out and about the house. I grabbed another beer for Scott and a cocktail for myself..