I tapped my fingertips against his chin lightly, and Anders flinched each time he felt my fingers drum against him. By then others were beginning to m...ove toward us, no doubt concerned that Anders had not yet gotten up. "I got your move now, sport. It only gets worse from here. I can, and I will, put you down on the ground each and every time you try to pull shit like that again. Understand?"He nodded tersely. I could see even that small movement was painful for him, which gave me a small. She was a fine compact lady, small framed and slim without being skinny. The summer dress she was wearing was light cotton, and showed the shadowy shape of her pert unsupported breasts in the red sunlight streaming in through the door behind me. Her smooth shaved legs glistened in the crimson light, slightly apart at the knee due to the low sofa, showing a glimpse of her inner thigh.Beside her, my 13-year-old younger sister tried to console my mother, though not to my knowledge knowing why our. "Your I.D." He said, with a sigh, which signaled to me that he knew how regular this stop was going to end up being. When I handed it to him he scanned it and sighed. "Nineteen?" He questioned which caused me to look away. "Turn around, you're going to have to come with me." He muttered. This was terrifying, so my eyes turned back to him once more and I whimpered. "Please, no." "You have to, your friend has to go, you have to go." He said simply as he took my arm and lead me to the car, but. My cock grew even more, my lust triumphed over any residual feelings of fatherhood as Zina and I melded into one sexual creature; loving, lusting, giving, and taking. Even though I was as hot as a teenager to screw my daughter, I knew I couldn’t climax in a couple of minutes. I was driven by a need to love the girl until she couldn’t take anymore. I was her daddy, I’d been her hero her entire life, I wanted to make sure she wouldn’t change those thoughts and feelings by being a fast, lousy.