Sparrow spend the summer with her DAD - Sex Stories

Sparrow spend the summer with her DAD

... Sandra was impressed. Sandra had had less real world experience than Sparrow, but her mind was way more active, and she knew a lot of things that Sparrow didn't. She knew Sandra thought just like her, and sure enough, Sandra asked her if she was thinking of doing him. Her dad. She laughed, and told the truth. "Sandy, I dunno... if I thought it wouldn't totally fuck up our relationship I would, I would in a second. It'd be cool and sweet for him to pop my cherry, it'd be... symbolic or somethin'. Yes, if I thought I could, I would. You know me. When I want somethin', it don't matter if it's right or wrong, I go for it." "Well, you got somethin' there... you wouldn't wanna fuck things up between you... I know you could handle it, but you gotta ask yourself, could he handle it? Do you think he could?" "I dunno, Sandy, I dunno... I'd like to say he could. He's pretty hip and modern and all that... I'd like to say he could do his own daughter... I know he don't got religious issues or anything like that keepin' him from it. Maybe I got hope, who knows." "Well, you got what, two more months to figure that out? How long you gonna be there?" "Yeah, two months." "That should be enough time, if you decide to try something. Hey, keep me informed, this is interesting. You, fuckin' your own father." Sparrow giggled. "Well, maybe not fuckin' him... maybe just giving him a BJ, or something... or lettin' him lick me..." "Oh, that would be sweet. Your dad is hot, I seen pictures. Like I said, ...

... let me know." The next morning when Sparrow woke up, her dad was gone. She laid around a while, and finally went in the living room, still as naked as she'd slept. She laid around and watched TV, impatiently waiting for him to show up and notice her nakedness. Finally, after lunchtime came and went, she gave up and put her thong suit on, and wandered down the beach. She stood out in the water, letting it push her to and fro, and enjoyed the beauty and power of the ocean. She finally turned back towards the shore, and noticed a man standing close to the water's edge. She walked back out of the surf, passing close by him, and was surprised when he spoke. "Howdy!" he said, and she looked at him, and nodded a reply. He was maybe her dad's age, maybe a few years older, ruggedly handsome, and in pretty good shape for an old fart, she thought. He didn't even have love handles. Damn. This guy takes care of himself, she thought. "The ocean's beautiful, isn't it?" the man said, and she smiled at him. "Yes, very. I love it out here." "You live close?" he asked, and she shook her head. "No, I actually live in Texas, I'm just here visiting my dad for the summer." "I see, I see," the man said, nodding his head. He turned, and began walking down, paralleling the water's edge. She followed, staying beside him. It was the way she'd intended on going, anyway. "My name is Brad," the man said. "I'm Sparrow," she said, and he presented his hand. She shook it. "Sparrow. What a beautiful name," he ...