. that all your bragging about sex ... isn’t just bullshit James.”There was a short silence before James replied quietly, “Yea, Ok Sis, that’s... cool; We’ll do it in your room. So when do-ya wana start?”Another pause, “Give me at least five minutes before you come to my room naked; OK James?” ... Yea, I know; another father, less depraved than I would have done something to intervene, but I did nothing. The only thing I managed upon hearing my daughter’s seductive speech was to sprout a hard-on;. She pulled herself off again, "Cum on me! Cum on my face, daddy! Please!"There it was again...she called me "daddy"...it pushed be over the edge, I firmly grasped a fistful of her hair with my left hand and my pulsating cock with the other. I pulled her head back, her mouth open and anxiously waiting. All it took was four or five long, hard strokes and cum exploded from the head of my cock. The first shot hit her forehead, then next splashed over her eye and nose, another painted over the. But she was in no way identified and her identity was a secret known only to herself while her exposed, voluptuous body would be known ( and jerked off to ) by thousands, maybe millions of horny guys, boys and old men. Elsie approached orgasm just thinking about that. She was exposed but not exposed, naughty and nice, dirty but clean, famous but unknown. Unlike a Bond vodka martini, she was stirring but not shaken.Elsie, the smart cookie, thought she could have her cake and eat it too. But one. Not good. I was not a puppy that had just shit on the floor. There was a limit and Sean was getting very close. Maybe he sensed it, because he changed the subject to coffee and chocolate. Just to prove I could, I kept the skirt up at my waist as I served him.Sean ended the scene and gave appropriate praise, not that I cared. Then he jerked the chain again, by reminding me of the ben wa balls. That was one step too far. I spent the rest of the ride thinking how Christine would handle the.