I let him clean his own room on his own schedule except for every other month. Which was often the only vacuuming he did. He was always better about p...ersonal hygiene, dear. Although I remember telling him that simple respect for a date required that he shower and wear clean clothes whenever he sees her. That rule may have been enough. He already showered before Church.”“Well, anyway, he never claimed that vacuuming was an un-Brennan activity. Nor washing dishes, which considering that you had. I was sure I was going to win. He was getting close to cumming, and although I was wet, I wasn’t that close.Then he gently spread my outer lips with his fingers, running his fingertips gently along the outer edges, while his lips kissed their way from the bottom to the top of my inner lips. Then his tongue spread my lips, and with agonizing slowness, the flat of his tongue painted my slit from top to bottom, then from bottom to top, and finally found my clit, where it circled and came in for a. I was speechless. He ran his calloused hands through my hair and whispered as he kissed the top of my head, You remind me so much of your mother, Stephanie. I felt him and watched as my blouse was opened button by button. Daddy? Youre drunk. You shouldnt be doing this, Im your daughter! I hoped that maybe I could talk some sense into him. I had no chance of overpowering him and he knew it. I might be drunk but Im still your father. Now this can go one of two ways. You can do exactly what I. I started moving my fingers in the perpendicular direction moving in an even slower pace. There was only slight vibration of the vehicle and that made my movements bump free. As my fingers moved I could feel the soft build up of her boobs.I dragged myself on, resisting the temptation of pushing my fingers deep into her flesh by impulse. As I moved on I could feel the texture of her bra coming in between my hand and her boobs. It was a thin fabric but distinct enough to be felt by my hands. I.