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Lovely daughter

... the smell and feel of this article of clothing heightened and aroused her senses. Fumbling for a light switch, she flipped it on. Why, no wonder she felt comfortable it was one of her dad’s white cotton work shirts! Although it was a few sizes too big, Angela decided to keep it on for a nightshirt. Loving the sensual feel of the fabric against her nude skin, she left her bra and panties off. After getting only one button fastened over her nicely-proportioned, 28 year old body, a startled cry from across the hallway drew Angela’s attention. Ignoring the remainder of the unsecured buttons, she raced to her father’s room, flipped on the light switch, and worriedly beseeched, “Dad, please don’t cry!” Sitting on the edge of his bed wearing only his pajama bottoms, Jonas opened his tearstained eyes and saw his daughter standing in the glaring glow of the bedroom lights. Despite his grief, and daughter or not, the young woman’s seductive allure took his mind away into a flight of the imagination. With her dark hair, man’s shirt, and slim legs, she reminded him of the sexy lady in his favorite country music video. In the video, “Who’s Your Daddy?”, Toby Keith sings the title song while a woman strips off her clothes, takes a bubble bath, and then dances around in an elegant mansion clad in only a man’s shirt. While his wife had been sick, Jonas had often jacked-off his cunt-hungry cock with the dancing woman’s sexy striptease playing in his head. Stepping closer, Angela had taken ...

... her father’s weary head and was cradling it against her busty bosom. “Please Dad,” she whispered consolingly. “You know Mom wouldn’t want you to hurt like this.” Halfway believing himself to be a character in an imaginary video, Jonas’ arms involuntarily hugged the woman standing before him. Instinctively, his hands slipped under the tail of her nightshirt and settled on the firm, round cheeks of her ass. His massaging fingertips telegraphed a message to his head which said, “God, she doesn’t have any panties on!” u*********sly, the fingers of one of Jonas’ hands parted this woman’s ass cheeks and began fingering her asshole while the fingers of the other hand found a backdoor entrance to her drippy wet cunt. “Oh Beth!” he wailed. “I’ve missed you so damn much! Honey, I haven’t had a piece of pussy in so, so long it hurts!” Startled by her father’s abrupt actions and words, Angela was, at first, speechless. When a finger inserted itself into her asshole and another probed inside her pussy, she cried, “Dad, I’m not Beth, I’m not Mom!” The probing fingers did not stop digging. Despite her shocking dismay, Angela reluctantly admitted to herself that her dad’s hands felt good as they massaged her ass skin. She had never had a finger inside her asshole before. This was a hypnotically new and pleasant sensation. Another finger entered her pussy and then another and another. Dripping moisture flowed freely and coated the fingering intruders. Angela’s breath caught in her throat. “Oh ...