She clenched her eyes again and whined. “Hurry up.”“Are you that hot?” he teased her. As soon as they were down far enough she sat back down a...nd lifted her legs so he could pull them off the rest of the way.She was still glaring at him. He dared claim she was letting him strip her because she was hot. She was letting him because it would feel weird to stop now. As he already said, it was a little too late to complain. If she did not act like this was normal, she doubted she could ever face him. Pushing all thoughts of last night's perplexing events from her mind, she attempted to immerse herself in one of the thick lawbooks she'd checked out from the library. Yesterday she'd successfully avoided her lewd distracting thoughts by involving herself in her work, but for some reason this didn't work today. All she could think about was the missed appointment with Professor Jorgensen. What on earth was she going to tell him--surely not that she'd been unable to get herself out of bed at. She felt his tongue licking her up and down, and his teeth scraping the hard button of her aroused clit. When he pushed a finger inside her as he sucked on her clit, she came, crying out her release. Bryan pushed a second finger in, and Carrie was beside herself, feeling another orgasm flash through her. Bryan watched her as she came, her body damp with sweat, her lips parted in ecstasy. He exulted in his ability to make her forget where she was, and suddenly he wanted more. He pushed up to. His mind was infected with lustful thoughts of his daughter. The smell of Michelle's pussy was becoming the reason for his existence.The other two weeks of the cycle, he ogled his 14-year-old daughter's body whenever his wife's interest was occupied elsewhere. It got to the point where he purposely looked at his daughter's body while she was paying attention. When this first started happening Michelle quickly shifted her eyes; but lately she didn't. She almost encouraged her father by not.