“MMMmmmm,” she breathed in my ear, “at last. I knew I could.”I worked my arms under her slender body and rolled us over so she could run thing...s how she liked.“At last?” I asked. It hadn’t sounded as though she meant the last five minutes, somehow.“I’ve had a crush on you for ages,” she pushed up a little so she could look at me, checking my reaction. “Such a crush. Since I was, I don’t know ... well I don’t know, old enough to have a crush. That’s okay isn’t it?”She’d seen my surprise. What. My hand made the initial acquaintance of his cock, already hardening slightly. It was one special tool. Silky in texture, it had heft and mass. My stroking fingers teased it upward; this was easy as he was getting hard quickly. Close up the smell of his cock was intoxicating: an a****l musk accented by some sweat. My breath became a lot harder, as my needs raced through my body. I wanted this cock, I wanted his cum. Zafir knew I wanted his cock in my mouth so we met easily. My tongue circled. ”“So ... what, Dad? You like my body? Watching me in the shower got you hard? Maybe I should just drop this towel and you can jerk yourself right here while you look at me naked. How about that?”“No, please. I didn’t...”“Come on, Dad.” She hooked her thumb in the top of the towel and threatened to pull. “You want to see your daughter naked? How about I take my towel off, I don’t tell Mom what you were doing and you buy me a new car? What do you think about that? And no more curfew? And money. I. "Like hell."I know I'm safe. I know it. This is part of his game. And I can admit it. The contrast is...edgy. It's turning me on.Wetter.One big palm rubbing down my front. One hot hand on my back. Hands on my breasts. On my ass. Everywhere.And then, the tiniest dip into the very top of my wet cleft in front at the exact same time as a finger so gently circles the rim of my hole in back.Oh that's a lot.And then they do more.A cool gel in back. What is that?But then I forget everything because.