Samantha wore a tight pastel blue blouse which was knotted just below her braless breasts, accentuating their firmness even more and instead of hot pa...ts she wore a tight black mini-skirt, barely mid-thigh length, which accentuated her long legs to perfection. For a short time this morning she had contemplated wearing one of her two micro-mini skirts, but thought it too risky. On her nicely sculpted feet she wore high-heels, though modest in height. She didn’t know how her looks made. Way better than that Madeleine whore. Or those other women. This was a virgin twat.My daughter's eighteen-year-old pussy.I groaned as I leaned down, sinking more and more of my cock into her pussy. Her hot flesh caressed my tip, that silky friction sending delight rushing down to my balls. She whimpered, her nose twitching. I leaned over her, staring down at her face. I bottomed out in my little girl.Her eyes opened.I froze.She blinked and then stared up at me. “Daddy?”“It's just a dream,” I. After years of mañ,anas and maybe somedays, I finally decided to get a professional massage. I had had an exhausting week and desperately needed to relax. With that in mind, I picked up the phone and called the first masseuse I found. Less than an hour later, the doorbell rang. Wow! That was fast, I muttered to myself as a hurried to let her in. I was stunned when I opened the door to find a breathtaking brunetteI had made sure to request a woman as the thought of a mans hands on my body. I wonder how to do it right.The image of her slowly kissing down his rock hard abs to his member, which Riley imagined to be pretty big, crept into her mind until a honking noise brought her back to the road and back to reality. She turned right at the light and drove the remaining three blocks home.Riley's mother was a no nonsense kind of woman. Riley was raised in a very strict household and wasn’t allowed to stay out late or even drink before she was 21. Her mom even spent hours lecturing.