Until that moment neither of us had brought up the subject of sex, of what happened the night before, but I was curious, why did my daughter so blatantly seduce me? And she did, her choice of dress, the provocative moves and gestures, the subtle flirting while we talked all combined into a night of covert, sensual baiting. In hindsight it was clear my daughter wanted me to take her to bed and fuck her. Why? I turned to MILF her on the bench, “What was last night about?” Zina flushed japanese slightly, averted her eyes for a second then turned them back to me, “I wanted you to make love to me daddy. Sometimes when you are gone, I miss you so much fetish it hurts my heart and in the last couple asian of years I would make up stories of how you would race to my rescue and save me from missing you. At first it was just pretending things like going to parks or to the beach and spending all your time with me. When you did come home, we did everything I wanted, you took me everywhere, we did everything as daddy and daughter. You did rescue me from missing you, my heart didn’t hurt when you were home. I think I loved it most when we went to Cannon Park and ate ice cream, it was just us, nobody else existed then. “Then about a year ago mom and I were sitting in front of the fireplace drinking wine, you guys had been divorced two years already, but I could tell she missed you too. I mean she dates once in a while but she never talks about other men, she talks about you. About the early days when you were dating, the times before you got this job, how it was a struggle to pay bills, how the three of us were so tight, so together. She was happy in those days. When you got this job and started traveling, she missed you, I missed you too, but we missed you in different ways. I missed my daddy; she missed her lover. She told me one night after two bottles of wine that she missed fucking you. Mom started talking about you and her in bed and I was kind of embarrassed at first, I was sixteen and sex for me was still something we girls only whispered about in our bedrooms. That first night we talked like that, she told me about dating and fucking you in your car. At first, I was kind of embarrassed to hear about how you two screwed, but by the time we went to bed I was hooked, I wanted to hear more.” “Your mother misses me, missed me?” Zina smiled slightly, “Yeah dad, she still does.” I wasn’t sure how to answer her so I encouraged her to talk, “After that?” “After that it was like she had turned on a switch, we would have some wine then mom would start more stories of when and how you made love. I think it was her way of not missing you so much. I was laughing tears the night she told me about the first time she let you. She said she was mortified and wanted you to take her home so she could change her clothes.” “Why would she want to change close if she was going to have sex with me?” “She told me she was wearing full bodied white cotton panties with pink and Big Boobs blue elephants printed on them. She was so scared you would look at them and laugh at her. Mom said the next day she threw away almost all her underwear and bought new ones. God it was funny the way she told it.” I thought about that night, it certainly wasn’t the pattern of her panties I was concentrating on, “I never noticed” I said. Zina giggled lightly then continued, “The first time I felt an interest in you as a man was when she was telling me how she damn near raped you every night for weeks until she got pregnant with me. I had pictures in my head of your erection cuming in mom and got cramps in my stomach. Not bad cramps, they were pure sexual, they felt good. That was the first time I wondered how it would feel if you did that with me. After that, when we talked, her stories got more erotic, she would tell me how you fucked her, how she fucked you.” Zina paused to look over the bay, took a refreshing breath then finished, “Over the next few months mom told me everything; about regular sex, oral sex, and the kinky stuff you used to do for fourteen years, until the divorce. In spite of me being your daughter, she didn’t hold back any secrets or details. more cum packs into japanese her mouth once my load came to an end i just looked at my daughter all chubby cheeked Another thing that he got me to do a similar thing with is a banana, and I can do that with the banana still in its skin. What's the plan for this evening?" Otherwise, her body was wide-shouldered, broad-hipped, strong; if she was immature, I could not see where. Chapter 4 Oh my god. It was a long lingering kiss. Staring fetish him right in the eyes, I said, "My new project is YOU!" The baby is crowning! Hopefully she doesn’t plan on using those dildos on me! She grabs a thong and holds it up to me. “What do you think?” With a couple of mini strokes I got balls deep inside Kip and rested for a minute. And while it was true that disobeying was the surest way to get to spend the most time in the dungeons, there was of course no way they could avoid them indefinitely. I would have been much more surprised, if he didn't reach over and play Big Boobs with my pussy. He quickly washed the makeup and lipstick from Jane’s face. She spread her legs wide, he dipped his hips and put the head of his erection where she wanted it. "I have never played the part of a father and I am asian not about to start with you two," said Newlyn. While John told him that he wanted fried egg sandwiches, Sammy thought that I would enjoy a couple of them as well. Going about what he was doing without MILF looking at his two partners. “He was.” “YESSSSSSSSSS BABY PUMP IT IN FASTER AND HARDER I WANT IT!!!!!!! I searched for the tobacco only to find the bag had been crushed and the contents scattered all over my clothes. “There it is.” My idea had a lot of issues, but the goblins were tenacious in their work.