It was that clip of the year again ; his girl Amaura was coming back home. Julius, being a simple carpenter, had saved and saved for twelvemonth to allow his girl an education, and one at the best wizardly academy of the city, at that ! After her motherfs death, Amaura had turned quiet and studious, and Julius only thought it the best to set aside her the training he nor Lauree could ever purchase.

And now she was coming back ! Amaura was coming back, after disbursal yet more eleven months amidst strange powers and studying until the wee minute in the sunrise. Julius was so proud of her : Amaura was a hoarded wealth of a girl, and she always behaved so well, so proper. She always kept her long brown hair tied in similitude tress, wore a pair of glasses that made her take care even sharper than she even was, and covered her lithe organic structure with reasonable clothes.

All this was the ground why Julius had a voiceless time believing his oculus when his daughter, smiling and crying, ran towards him.

"Daddy !"she cried out as she jumped to hug him.

Julius'perceptions were confused. Was this truly his daughter ? This lovely creature, with large warm breasts pressed against his chest, her slender recollective legs saltation in the air, her tuck lip and wavy lash, giving her youthful expression an enticing quality he would birth never associated with Amaura ?

"Daddy ! I'm so happy to see you again !"

Yes, turned out she was his daughter indeed.

His shaft, compelled by some necromancy to rise from his forced slumber, didn't seem particularly impressed by the fact those vauntingly creamy pap belonged to his daughter.

But they were. He could feel them pressed against his chest of drawers. It might have also been due to him wearing only his work dress, which amounted to a leather apron and zippo much, but ...

No. There was something wrong here. He could never ...

"Daddy ? Something bothering you ?"

Juliusf'eyes moved upward from where they were getting lost in the creamy expanse of her tits. Amaura's eyes were a late blue air. A lovely shade of Amytal that she inherited from Lauree. And given her sudden growth spurt, it seemed she inherited some other thing from her mother.

"Oh, hi plum, no I was just ... overjoyed."

Amaura giggled and danced in strawman of him, showing off her fit legs and the curved shape of her cute little bum. Now that he thought about it ... did girls went to the academia dressed like that ? With that short bluing chick, the tumid beldame hat and the thin top covering her tits, his daughter looked more like a social dancer impersonating a mage than a real student.

Julius blinked to go after away those thought. There seemed to be a thrum in his head, a racket he could not witness the source of ...

"Are we going home, daddy ? Together ?"

"Sure, plum, just let me get your stuff."

"No need to,"Amaura said, pointing at her large hat."It's all here."She puckered her lips, leaned forward."Wan na see ?"

Julius'mind halted for a couple second, timid how to construe her words, and her social movement, putting even more of that wonderful cleavage on presentation. Those turgid sonant orbs ... they must ...

No. No.

Julius steeled his will and looked at his daughter's hat. It had turned gossamer, showing her stuff and nonsense miniaturized inside.

"Oh. must come in ready to hand !"

She nodded and giggled, making her titty wobble. red cent. She really had a emergence jet of some sort during concluding year.

"So daddy are we going ?"

"Sure !"

Amaura walked with Julius for a couple hour, her bridge player clasped behind her back, making minuscule precious record hop as she followed her father on their way home. It might have been his imagination but he thought she might in fact press her weapons system together to take her tits sprout up in the open ... but it must induce been his imagination. His daughter would never do such a thing. His daughter was indisputable.

His daughter and her long legs and her puckered her rim and her cute ass and her expectant tits ... how would they feel under his fingers ... how would it feel to rend on those rosy teat, see her face contort in ignominy and pleasure as she yelled daddy pop and he would not let not let go until she came from his rough caper and suck his dick until ...

"Daddy ? You seem spaced-out today."

"Oh ? Uhm ? Oh, bad plum."Julius was really having a hard time thinking, and it was not just a figure of speech. Julius Jr. was making his comportment known, tenting his gasp. He bit his brim and tried to hide it, luckily his daughter's eyes were fixed upon his. He still was feeling a little bit under the conditions. Maybe it was because after Laureefs decease he had never been with another cleaning lady ? He could, there was no deficit of precious little things hanging around his woodcutting shop asking for all sort of haunt ... he had even fixed the very Sami chair leg four metre before the girl even made an approach on him.

But that was all in the yesteryear. Maybe it was the great deal of his daughter, all grown-up, and all filled-out in the right seat, between her thorax and her cute little target ... it was made for squeezing that butt ... he already knew she would know it when he'd vexer her with his thumb, tracing circles around it before plunging in and making her squeal like the little piggie she was ...

"Uhhc I think ... I think is better is you leave your dad here for a minute,"Julius tried to teach his daughter, who scoffed.

"Nonsense ! If you need help I can help you ! I'm a big girl !"

That was true, Julius thought. Amaura pushed him against her, trying to channel him with her sleeve. Maybe it was magic at oeuvre, but he felt immediately better. The headache splitting his view apart almost completely left him. And this way he would get a respectable expression at those big round tits, wobbling with each step.

Amaura didn't seem to bear in mind his tending. In fact, she began to draw and quarter him even closer, and when Julius's arm brushed against her plump posterior, she made no show of moving him away.

A lecherous sneer appeared on his sassing, and didn't leave them when Julius and Amaura arrived house.

"Ah, I feel much better now, thank you,"Julius said, brushing his hired hand against Amaura's cheek again. She blushed and looked away. For some reason the demure verbal expression made him finger even hornlike.

"Y-you're welcome, daddy."Amaura took a lock of brown hair around her finger and began to twist it."It's the less I can do after everything you did for me."

Julius nodded vigorously. It was right. He gave her so much, he could at least get some attention back.

And attention he got. As they ate, and Amaura bored him with story of her time as a student and delighted him by showing him her boobs in gain view, he only got aroused and ruttish, no longer hiding his tool. Amaura glanced at it a few prison term but said nothing. What was she supposed to say anyway ? She was the daughter, he was the Padre. She had all sort of obligation to fulfil ...

Julius licked his lips as he saw Amaura helping with ravisher. She had turned out to be a fine young woman ... with that perky ass, peeking out of that derisory short skirt ... it was so conclusion ...

Yet, there was something he was supposed to do, or not to do ? There was something ...

"dada ?"His daughter called to him, blue angel eye sparkling."What's for sweet ?"

That ... did it. The pounding in his point disappeared, and Julius was ready for a completely unlike sort of hammering. He smirked and got up from his president, walking up to his daughter. He put both hands on her shoulders. Amaura tried to turn, but he kept her in place. He was used to propel heavy logs, his girl was so clear and slender, so warm and indulgent.

"sweet it's a surprise,"he growled into his ear. She shivered delightfully, her voice turning breathy as she asked :

"W-what do you mean ?"

Julius'left hand slithered down to cup one of Amaura's teat. She yelped and maybe even tried to get away, but Julius held her house, just as she was supposed to be. His other hand curled around her skirt. Panties and all.

He pulled.

The shreds of her blue skirt and Patrick White slutty pantie filled the kitchen.

"Yaaah !"his daughter shrieked."Daddy ! What are you doing ?"

"gift you your dessert,"Julius snickered, pishing two of his digit inside her cunt. He grunted when he found her wet, just as he expected. His hawkshaw, finally freed from its restraint, sprung forth, and he quickly impaled his juicy daughter with it.

"... aaaah ! It's so biiig,"Amaura commented as he began ploughing back and forth, making her squeal with each push.

"You like it ?"

"I ... ah ... ahhh ... ah, Daddy ! Ah, Daddy, please ..."

"Please what ?"

"Please ... harder, dad ... !"

Julius laughed and fucked her even quicker and secure, pushing his dick deep down into his daughter as he mauled her monolithic tits. They were so gentle and tender under his finger's breadth ... why hand't he done this before anyway ? He couldn't think of a reason. His daughter owed him big time for all that he gave her during those years, and she was about to begin paying him ... with her warm, slutty pussy.

Julius grunted as he picked up pace. His daughter's pussy was a red-hot kettle of fish and he was falling right in. She squealed and trashed and rolled her eyes back as she was fucked.

"... ah ! dada ! dad ! More ! More !"

He took her arms and began to draw out her against her dick, so that it would go even deeper. She seemed to like it, as she shook, squealed and thrashed. Clear liquid spilled from her cunt down onto her branch. Her cunt clenched, and Julius was close as well.

He was close to bursting as Amaura shook and cried and begged for more and harder and profoundly and please fuck me Daddy.

He obliged, went over the edge and came, bursting hot seed from his balls up through his tool and cryptical into Amaura's waiting pussy.

"... ahh ... Daddy is cumming inside me ..."Amaura said as she smiled, spilling bust of joy.

"Yeah. There's more where that came from, bitch,"Julius said, satisfied, as he withdrew his still-hard pecker from her pussy.

There.

"Liked you dessert ?"

"Yeah ..."Amaura said, panting. She wobbled on changeable metrical unit down to the table, drying her tears."... I have waited so long for this,"she whispered.

Julius would have wanted to ask her what she meant, but he felt an odd hammering in his head. Meh. Whatever his daughter wanted to tell apart him it could wait. He needed a nap. Not a long one, at any charge per unit. He would soon be back to put Amaura in her place. This meter, he would like to play with her back door ...

Amaura waited for her father to disappear upstairs before she let go of the enchanting wand. The metal pin fell onto the table. It was so tiring to use. But so worth it. Patience. She had barely started as a mage. She still had a good deal to learn. Amaura lifted her tits. Those at least had turned out powerful fine. She could not expect for her father to sleep his in conclusion suppression off. She'd have him all to herself for a hale calendar month before coming back ... and, of, all the things they'd enjoy together ... Amaura smiled. She really owed him. With a picture of her wrist, she took the wand back in her hand and waved it in battlefront of her womb. She was not getting any risk. As for the other essence ... she couldn't waiting for pappa to get hold them out ...

Amaura licked her lips. Soon she'd enjoy the second component part of her afters, right against her glossa ...