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That night was n't the first time he 'd stepped out of the shower to find his lovely fourteen year old daughter, Cindy, primping herself in front of the bathroom mirror. Sometimes, she 'd be wrapped in her own towel awaiting her turn, other times in a underbodice and panties ; sometimes just a lean push-up bra and a thong. She 'd usually blush, peek at his swelling cock, sometimes even wink, then either go back to her primping, or scamper out giggling. She 'd done that for a few months then, and it was getting harder for him to take, though nothing was ever said. He 'd often race back into the john as she 'd exited, to desperately wallop himself off and fix a torrent of splooge in the toilet. Sometimes, he could bank he heard her giggle with gleefulness as he closed the room access in his mad rush. That night, however, would be very different.

When he stepped out of the cascade this prison term, he lost his breath in a whoosh !, as he beheld his farseeing, inclination, naked, marriageable girl bent over the cesspit applying mascara, her left leg straight, her powerful bent-grass at the articulatio genus, her rosehip slightly swaying back and Forth, her luscious puffy-nippled a-cup knocker pointing down and slightly forward, her elbows resting on the cesspool shelf, and her long, satiny auburn hair draped over her leave shoulder, trailing half way down the sink cabinet, and her cherubic, hooked face screwed-up in concentration as she applied the shoemaker's last lilliputian bit of her makeup. That tied it.

He toweled-off as usual, all the while ogling, outright leering at his child girl 's lithe and supple form, and feeling his line of descent begin to boil as the heat of his insistent hammer once again bob up to the social occasion. This time, he let the towel drop as he stepped over beside and slightly behind Cindy. If she noticed, she did n't let on, humming a unmelodious firearm and casually switching to her early eye.

This time he thought, would be very different, as he stepped up beside Cindy, ostensibly to check himself out in the mirror, but definitely with former thing on his mind. She 'd been teasing him in this way off and on for a few months now, whenever Brenda was away, and tonight, he was going to push her envelope, see just how far she 'd go - if she would at all. Brenda had gone to her sister 's for the weekend, and, if he could parley Cindy 's tease into more, well ... he 'd see over that time just how sober Cindy was.

If she 'd noticed him, surely she had, standing side by side to her, she gave no indication, but continued dressing her centre. Quivering with trepidation and anticipation, he reached over with his free correct hired hand and traced a fingernail down her butt cheek. THAT got her attention :"Ooooh ... Daddy 's thouchin'me, ,, ( giggle )."She did n't move, but shivered a bit. One of the responses he 'd hoped for ... He traced his finger's breadth back up her butt cheek :"Ooooh, he done it again. How inappropriate ... ( more giggles ... )"“ ... any more incompatible than you being in here naked while I 'm in the shower ?"“ I s'pose not,"Cindy cooed as he further moved his hand to cup and gently compress her butt impudence ..."Yeow ! pop ! That 's really inappropriate ... ( sigh, giggle )."“ I do n't see ya complainin'..."“ Nope ... but I might ... dunno yet ..."Cindy flushed in the mirror, placed both hands on the sinkhole, sighed and giggled some more, like the fourteen year old youngster she was as he continued stroking, caressing and cupping her butt joint nerve. She sighed, went down on her elbow joint, and closed her eyes. beano ! Time for the next pace ...

He quivered in expectancy as he allowed his painfully throbbing hammer to crease Cindy 's exit hip."Ow ! papa ! That 's really inappropriate ! Mr. Cocky is touchin'me."“ Is that a complaint ?"“ Uh ... not yet ..."“ Ok then ..."... and he slowly traced his finger's breadth down her cunning butt to the outer lips of her tumid pussy, tracing up and down those outer rim while his cock danced up and down her remaining hip. Her breath now coming in short pant, she could barely get out,"Oh God, pop ! Really, REALLY inap -- -ooooh ! -- -propriate ..."His own breath accelerated and jerky, he again queried,"complaint ?"“ ... uhh ... n ... n ... oh ! ...."As she sighed, panted and quivered all over from the ever more urgent tingling whizz her dad 's ministrations brought to her swollen pubescent cuze, her dearest ol'dad popped his ovolo to the hilt inside her and squeezed her throbbing clit from inside and out."Oh God ! pappa ! ! ! Uh ... uh ... UH ! !,"she howled as her orgasm blew off the top of her head. Her genu buckled, her breathing place exploded, and she collapsed on the sink, barely able to support. He pulled his thumb, and cupped her pulse cunny, lightly squeezing it as she began to come down."charge yet ?"“ Uh-Uhhhhhh ... Only if you stop ..."she breathed between her subsiding gasps.

That was all Cindy 's miserable dad, with his straining, bobbing, pre-cumming cock needed to hear as he stumbled behind her, nearly tripping over her wobbly legs, and lined up on her throbbing, dripping pussy, and prepared to take it home. As he touched his aching member head to her dripping beloved hole, she involuntarily flexed her physical structure and spread her legs just a bit wider ... He pushed the question into her warm, wet waiting jam."Whoa ! Incest, much ? Mr. Cocky is IN me ! How weird is that ?"Cindy teased when she felt his entry."I dunno. Way I hear it, he strained, guy fuck their girl all the metre. Wan na quit ?"“ Uh, I dunno-o-o-OH !"she shrieked as with four cerebrovascular accident he bottomed-out, balls-deep in her tight wetness."OhhhhMyGOD ! My daddy 's fuckin'me ... Ohhh Shit ! My dad 's FUCKIN'ME ! !"Cindy mewled as he began his slow, steady pistoning in her love cave. God ! Was she tight, but no Virgin, she ; he might even stimulate to ask her about that sometime, but not now ...

Over the following minutes, Cindy came twice more, the latter a squirter, drenching both their wooden leg as the incestuous couple continued their shocking dance over the cesspit in front of the can mirror. For his own part, Leslie Howard had to search a few times at his cock disappearing into Cindy 's puffy snatch to see himself this was really happening. Cindy was in some other universe, reduced to babbling"Oh, daddy pop dada, Oh daddy daddy dada"as his swollen penis strained for just one minute more to curb back his own load. Finally, there was no holding back :"Oh my God, Cindy ! I 'm gon na cummmm !"“ Oh God ! NO ! Daddy ! You ca n't ! I 'll get p ..."But he was ready for that. Though she squirmed mightily to get off him and away, he had her hips in a vice-like travelling bag, and was n't about to let her go. Just one Sir Thomas More stro ..."Oh MY FUCKING GOD ! Uh ! Uh ! Uh !"he howled as he again bottomed-out and his geyser erupted, sending flow after flow of thick, hot incestuous punk down his dick transmission channel and out to sleep together at his lovely daughter 's cervical room access. Dazed, his sexual climax subsiding to weak, unproductive thud, he fell back against the shower bath natural enclosure, and Cindy finally broke loose, bolting out the lavatory threshold for her bedroom. His live clear sight of her as her room access closed was a thick gob of his honey goo running down her leg. The shoemaker's last thing he heard as he passed her room on the way to his own was,"Ewww ! Daddy came in me ! Ewww ?"

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