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Lovely daughter

... just let your daughter be a comfort to you”? A few minutes before sl**p claimed its hold over the weary lovers, Jason u*********sly started playing with his daughter’s ass again. He dipped a little cum from her pussy, lubricated his finger, and inserted it into her asshole. He worked it around and around absentmindedly. Angela made no objections. Instead, she began to wickedly wonder what it would feel like if a man were to ram his cock up her ass. “Would Dad do it to me?” she silently asked. Somewhere in a dark recess of her mind, she quietly answered herself with a wishful-thinking thought, “I wish he would!” Sometime in the middle of the night, Angela awakened to the sound of running water. Her father was not in bed. Without buttoning it, she slipped on her makeshift man’s shirt nightgown and climbed out of bed. Tiptoeing across the carpeted hallway, Angela peeked into the bathroom. There, in the glaring brilliance of florescent lights, stood her father peeing into the commode. He had not one stitch of clothing on. Yes, middle aged her dad might be, but the hard-muscled, masculine man was undeniably virally sexy! Angela’s feminine instinct begged her eyes to examine the peeing cock in the man’s hand. She had heard that most men could not pee while having an erection. Such was not the case with her dad. The man’s big, work-hardened hand held an enormous chunk of rigid meat. By her eyes’ estimate, Angela guessed that her dad’s cockshaft was about an inch wider in girth and ...

... two inches longer in length than any other she had ever had inside her pussy. She knew now why she had squealed like a virginal schoolgirl when he fucked her. This night she had discovered something new. When her father screwed her; size did matter! “Hi Babydoll, whatcha doing?” Angela heard her dad say. Startled, she didn’t know how to react to being caught spying. The half-clothed peeping temptress was speechless. The man teased, “Honey, what’s the matter? Has the cat gotcha tongue?” Finding her voice at last, Angela answered. “No Dad,” she said. “My tongue is just fine! I told you not to drink so much coffee earlier. Now you can’t sl**p and you’re full of piss!” Jonas laughed. His deep, throaty, bass voice reverberated around the bathroom walls. “Sweetheart, you are absolutely correct,” he said. “I am full of piss but I’m full of vinegar, too! Yes Ma’am, piss & vinegar has awakened me and made me horny as hell! Hey Sweetie, will you dance for me?” Puzzled by the question, Angela didn’t know how to answer. Meek as a day-old lamb, she allowed her dad to take her hand and lead her down the hallway to his spacious office den. As her eyes studied her father’s rugged masculine features, the man flipped on a lamp then scrounged around in a video cabinet and finally pulled out a video disc. He turned the TV on, plopped the disc in a DVD player, and pushed ‘play’. When the images on the TV screen flickered and the upbeat tempo of the song began, Angela immediately understood. Her ...