Seconds later she shot toward the front door with her purse and car keys, still wearing the same torn, flimsy tank top and gaping boxer shorts. But sh...e had her gym bag, too, so i knew she wouldn't be back until she worked off some of her tensions. So I found myself walking slowly through the apartment, my cock hard as a rock. I needed to cum immediately. I turned toward the big glass doors that led out to the balcony and stared across the street at the ten-storey wall of windows facing me.My. I groaned, savoring how silky she felt on my fingers. My dick ached in memory of last night.I pumped them in and out, taking my time, not rushing. I savored the feel of my daughter's young, fresh pussy. Her eyes rolled back in her head. She shuddered, her back arching. The thin fabric of her nightgown outlined her hard nipples. I wanted to suck them.“How do I feel, Daddy?” she panted, her legs squirming. “Please, please, tell me I feel wonderful.”“You do, sweetheart,” I panted, turning on my. She looked pretty in her little red sundress. I had to admit to a little bit of pride there even if she had helped her mother stomp my ego along with my heart into the ground."Daddy!" she cried coming up to me and hugging me. Her enthusiasm surprised me."Yeah, I'm still that, I guess," I said."Daddy, you will always be that to me," she said. "I've been mad at myself since that day we left. I mean the way we treated you, me and mom." Okay?" I said. I didn't trust myself to respond. I still. He’s the business guy. Some bureaucratic asshole at the Alumni Association bitched that Drew wasn’t a member of the Association. The Dean was ready for that. He had my check in his hand and asked the asshole if he wanted to quibble or if he wanted the fucking money. He wanted the fucking money. I love our Dean! A couple months later, the Christmas issue of the alumni newsletter had a front-page picture of the asshole (his face, not his asshole actually) and a story about how the asshole had.