jennet, my girl, was broad of smasher, but she had no clue how beautiful and tempting she was. As her father, I won't deny that I was more aware of her drawing card towards me, the Lapplander way I won't deny I was flattered by her tending. At the age of 19, my daughter was very guiltless and socially inept - not in a way a teenager should be. Without a darkness of doubt, my beautiful ex-wife was to be blamed for that ! She reared Jenny in a very sheltered environment. The reason behind it, I honestly don't know, but if I have to take a guess, I would say, it had something to do with her disastrous kinship with her husband. It's not that I am complaining, in fact, as Jenny's forefather, I think my ex-wife did a pretty in force job.

Since my divorce with Jenny 's mom, I never remarried. Of course, I had a duet of human relationship, which were disastrous. Dating teen females was marvellous, but in time, I came to agnise that the male/teen female person relationship was somewhat overrated. Yea, the sex was good, estimable even, erm. But taking away their naturalness was the most thrilling thing a man of my age could wish for. But, then why was it disastrous ? Urg, teenaged females are materialistic freaks. So, to avoid unnecessary dissolution and constitution, I redirected all of my love and turned on feelings to my girl, jenny ass. Well…well, the parental passion. jenny, my daughter, was petite and 5'2 tall, so to say. She was easygoing on the eye, and undoubtedly, I found myself watching her More and more. On virtually occasions, when we were home together, Jenny would jade tight small t-shirts, no bra, and pie-eyed hotpants, which clung her to her svelte design. Indeed.

My relationship with my daughter was somehow atypical ; not like to a pattern father-daughter relationship. It was somewhat to a greater extent or what few dad say,"Special."Special to substantiate that my slight daughter had a crush on me. And Sir Thomas More to realize that I would drop lidless nighttime stroking my enormous pecker and masturbate on the thought of her beauty and innocence. sentence and again, I realize I would fuck my daughter in a heartbeat. That was the type of relationship that my daughter and I had, and why it was special. But as an old man, and a father, I had to constantly prompt myself that Jenny was my only girl.

It was almost night when I returned home from work. Tired from my day job, I climbed the stairs and smiled to myself knowing that the next day was the day my ex-wife, Joana, was coming to pass a day or two with us. Walking to my daughter's room, Jenna shrieked and threw herself at me with a wonderful hug. And then, she showered me with osculation. I don't know what came over me, whether it was osculation to my cheeks, cop bone, neck, or her body rubbing up to mine but I was overpowered with the urge to go further.

I maneuvered my mouth over hers, and then kissed her, pushing my tongue against hers. My daughter's opened her sass allowing my lingua into her mouth. We kissed for ages, my daughter pushed herself onto my consistency, and then moaned softly.

I breathed heavily. She also breathed heavily. To say the truth, that passionate buss was magical. It was magical enough to make an old man let out a flabby manly low groan. Magical sufficiency for my daughter to moan loudly. It was a kiss that no father and girl should own. Unexpectedly, my bridge player reached out to her B cup breast, which made her nestle finisher and closer to me. After a few minutes, I stopped abruptly. I realized what I was doing was so ill-timed.

I moved to one of the chairs in her room and perched on it, to turn back my feelings, which I desperately wanted to act upon them. My daughter reached out to me, with unspoken words, it was okay to retain. I decided to go for it. I leaned forward and kissed her beautiful skin. Jenny, my daughter, smelled divine. Kissing her again, she took hold of my hand and smoothed it firmly to her breast.

I kneaded it through her jersey while kissing her. I broke the kiss and freed her good breast from the confines of her t-shirt. I rubbed my daughter 's nipple and looked at her questioningly. She blinked in approval, and gradually I lowered my head and I felt my breath ghost over her mamilla. It was taking all of my willpower to not recede control. I opened my mouth to engulf the erect nipple.

The thought that I was sucking my daughter's mammilla, drove me crazy. Craving for more, I hungrily suckled my girl's teat, which got me emotionally as well as terribly aroused. I sucked it as if my humanness depended on it. Replacing my lip with my bridge player, I kissed her soft backtalk again. I pulled her closer, closer to make water our consistence closely press to each other.

My crotch pressed her twat in a timeless and instinctive gesture of raw lustfulness. And she responded in kind. In a kind that indicated that she was not sinless, I thought she was. It was manifest that it was not her first time, not a arcsecond time, either. My daughter had done this various times, and probably, she had done this with older men. My handwriting cupped my daughter's butt and greedily pulled it as I thrust. In a arcminute or so, we found a rhythm of hunching back and forth, while kissing like there was no tomorrow.

Now it was evident that our desire got secure of us. My daughter's bridge player reached on my bagger to stroke my enormous cock. I helped my daughter by pushing my packer down and wriggling unblock of it ; then she grabbed my thick-skulled cock. It was obvious that my daughter felt how long and so big I was. She stroked up and down my length, feeling the unvoiced shaft beneath the gentle skin. I gasped in pleasure.

I reached for her jersey and hotpant. She helped me remove them. In the Saame personal manner, she helped me polish off mine. I pulled her closer and closer while our bare bodies wriggled against each early.

Then I broke the kiss and mounted my daughter, my masculine torso pressed onto her deliciously slender figure. My legs tried to part my daughter's.

When she hesitated, I looked at her and smile with confidence,"Open your legs for me, daughter. Open for your papa."

My daughter pulled my head down to kiss me as she opened her legs across-the-board for me to nuzzle into. I wasted no sentence. We both looked down as I slowly rubbed the tip, up and down her vulva. Then I positioned the head of my cock at my daughter 's wet entering nudging at her exposed folds. Holding my peter at her entrance, both my workforce cupped her chin willing to look at her. Slowly, I pushed my hot hard rod inside my daughter 's stewing pussy. She moaned. She moaned even louder when I slowly eased my huge hammer into her epithelial duct. I took time to bury deep inside, to the hilt. We looked at each former, as our body were locked into the most insinuate coupling. Our crotches joined like there was nix in between. Like we were a conjoined being, my balls resting on her ass. The pleasance and love in my girl 's middle were the most precious thing to me.

I slowly pulled out, and then, swiftly thrust in completely. She screamed. She screamed in delight as a quake indicating that she was going to cum. Soon I thrust harder once more. Spasms after spasms of wave ripped through her core as her vaginal rampart contracted in calendar method of birth control with the waving. My huge cock reveled in her cunt as it became hotter in there with her love juices released. I held it hard and cryptic inside through her flood tide, which lasted for what seemed like one lifetime.

When she came back, I kissed her and I started pounding into her hard and fast. Her bed shook like there was an earthquake. It banged against the paries with a loud clunk with my every thrust. I let out a low growl of pleasure which meant I was closer. My daughter knew I was closer, so she pulled my butts down as I thrust into her, and then, I came. With a tatty moan, I joined my daughter. She moaned out loud as I shot sempiternal spew of my hot seed into her cervix. We groaned in unison. I bottomed out on her and held there throughout ejaculation, grinding in indocile round .