But I waited until your mother went to visit her relatives, and we were alone in the house. Tonight, you and I were all alone, and I could wait no lon...er. I know it is wrong for a father to have sex with his own daughter, but I love you so much. I saw you flirting with the boys at your pool party, bending over and flashing your breasts at them (and at me). I saw them float so close to you in the pool, and yes, I could see their hands touch you fleetingly under the water. You enjoyed their. I slipped my finger under the panties again and found her clit and her wet pussy. I ran my finger up and down her cunt lips and they were wet. I slipped my finger into her hot wet pussy. I played a little and then pulled my finger to get a taste of her. Sweeeeet, fucking sweet. I couldn't stand it no more, I pulled out my cock and stroked it. Pre cum had already been flowing. I pulled her panties down and off. She didn't awake. Perfect. I spread those lovely legs and put my face. She slid them off and onto the floor, along with her soaked panties. She wriggled her way onto the center of the bed with her head on the pillow. Lying there in just an unbuttoned blouse and a pair of handcuffs, she began to play with herself. "Come on, John." Then she heard the jingling sound. She propped herself up on one elbow to see what it was. It took her a moment to figure out what it was, and she wished she hadn't. The jingling was coming from the rings and buckles hanging from this. "S-stop it, p-p-please," my whole body was burning with pleasure and my pussy was throbbing with that feeling of almost there (orgasm nearing) while my breast kept brushing against his warm skin—all of this put together made me shudder with wave after wave of pleasure and ecstasy. "Just take it like a big girl," he grunted, not showing any sort of compassion at all. He just kept fucking me and fucking me until he was sure I was really enjoying what he was doing to me. And I did. I enjoyed.