I quickly pulled myself off of the wall and began walking to the bathroom when I heard the door yank open. "Fine, I will," daddy spat at her as she ru...shed passed my room into the living room and out of the front door. I heard daddy slam the door to his bedroom just as I closed the door to the bathroom. What was happening? Did mama find out what happened last night? Did daddy tell her?' My thoughts had me stuck standing still by the sink. I washed my face and brushed my teeth. I stood there for. Wendy is five feet and seven inches tall and weighed about one hundred and twenty pounds when we met. She has dirty blonde hair and brown eyes, and unlike the actress, her breasts are firm and full 34Ds. She’s the sort of woman who isn’t flashy and you might overlook her at first, but then you realize how attractive and sultry she is.We dated for a year and then got married, having our first child when Wendy was twenty-five years old. She stopped working then to raise our first child and the. The first few weeks she had spent in the abanonded parts of the city and out here in the wilderness had allowed her to come to terms with being naked, which sounded weird even to herself looking back now. Sure no one could have stopped her from being naked at least in her own home, but for some reason Mona had always worn clothes if she wasn’t in the shower or taking a bath, hurrying from one uncomfortable set of clothes into a more comfortable one and even when she masturbated it had usually. “You want me to have sex with your Dad?” Holly asked unbelievably.“Maybe…” Leslie smiled coyly. “Maybe we could do it together. Or maybe… we could do yours.”“You want me to fuck my father?” Holly covered her mouth in shock.“Do you want to lose your virginity to a boy your own age, some one-pump chump who doesn’t care if you enjoy it?”“But… isn’t it wrong?”Leslie shrugged.“They say that about every type of sex. Why is this any different? Besides, all Daddies love their daughters. Who better to.