When I got home the phone was ringing as I walked through the door. I looked at the caller id. It was Ginny. I suddenly needed very badly to hear her ...voice. I answered the phone like everything was cool. I felt like a chicken shit but her voice makes everything more bearable. I didn’t see any reason why I didn’t deserve to hear her voice one last time. She was working on a dance combination and wanted my input. She gave me a dumbed down description of the moves. I could see them in my head. She. I wanted to suck that little cock so badly. I saw precum on the head and wanted to lick it off. I wanted to take all of his little cock in my mouth and taste his cum when he came. I wanted to pull my bikini bottoms down and tell him to stick it in here.I did nothing. I just lay there still, watching him jerk off.It didn't last long. He came, and it spurted all over my stomach and between my breasts. Thin, watery looking, almost clear cum. It shot out of his little cock with surprising force.He. She said nothing but her face begged him to remember she was his child.He couldn't help himself. He put his hands on her hips, adjusted her slightly, and then slid his achingly hard cock into his daughter's cunt. It felt amazing. Her snatch was warmer and tighter than he could possibly have guessed. He kissed her again, then began bouncing her on his dick. She started to cry as he did this, and he almost stopped, but he caught Candy's eyes and he could see that it was okay, that he wasn't. And again.And he had the means to force her to submit to him, for the animalistic encounter had been filmed by Priscilla, and through a piece of hilarious subterfuge, Clete had obtained the video tape and the pictures from that evil young woman. He was sure that the devious bitch Priscilla intended to use the materials to manipulate and destroy Desirée with the purpose of wrenching Mark Denning out of his happy marriage to bring him back to her, but the police chief was not sure that.