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Because part of the thrill, part of the attraction is that she’s my daughter, my flesh and blood, my baby girl. Maybe it’ll help if you knew what she looks like. Five foot four inches tall. The raven-dark wildness of her hair she got from her mother, along with her DD tits. Her world-class ass she earned herself, running six miles a day five days a week, part of a healthy obsession with fitness she got from her old man. Her eyes are emeralds and her lips are plump and soft and her skin is freckled across her nose and cheeks. More freckles dust the tops of her breasts. Her babe thighs, from running, are thick and thunderous and they look like they could crush a skull between them if she Hardcore tried hard enough. She’s perfect, a goddamn sex-goddess, and she’s my baby girl. I have to protect her. That’s my duty, handed down from God, and that means I have to protect her from me. And the Lord don’t give no test that a man can’t handle and that’s the goddamn truth. So, I fed the devil in me morsels, busted off in her bras and panties, humped off on her pillow, then jerked off in the shower or before bed thinking about how she would sleep on that pillow, wear those bras and panties, and how in a way, that was as good as fucking her, and I told myself that she was safe. Of course, then Esther comes home from one of her massage sessions early to find me standing in our daughter’s room, a leopard print DD bra cup wrapped around my cock, and that was really the beginning of the end. I didn’t argue with anything that Big Boobs came after. The divorce, the money she got, the house and the sportscar she bought with it, her taking Charlotte away from me, as long as she didn’t go to the press or the cops, I didn’t care. She promised she wouldn’t, only because to do otherwise would make things harder on Charlotte. I told her I was sick, that I hadn’t been in control of myself, that it was probably all the drugs and the steroids and the kicks in the head. I promised I would get help, see a doctor, get it taken care of. I lied. Maybe I shouldn’t have. Maybe I should have talked to someone. Because what I didn’t realize was, without that outlet, without those morsels, the devil in me would start to starve. And believe me, I tried everything. I tried the vacation pictures. I Brunette tried buying bras and panties identical to the ones my daughter wears pornstar and jerking off into those. I even tried finding a prostitute that looked like her, but there aren’t any. Girls that look like my daughter don’t hook. They’re either models or porn stars or, these days, both. I ain’t gotta tell you that none of that shit worked. I wouldn't care about the rules. One even gave me a big sloppy kiss on my mouth. We step into the shower, the water is a little cold but it feels good after such a long hot drive. I thought. babe He is a sexual predator who has had dozens of women so he will know exactly what to do to you to make you want him, he will use his undoubted skills to tease and arouse you until your body takes over from your mind and you won't be able to stop yourself from surrendering to him" “You know I already put the suntan lotion on me.” “Do you understand, Mr. Armstrong?” Clint demanded. Her blowjob skills were off the charts and added in with the fucks I had just given, it didn't take long for me to cum and she sucked it from me like a straw. She spent the next few minutes sucking and deep-throating me. She hadn’t been able to do that properly until the guy in the truck had forced her head down on him and fucked her throat until she’d learned to handle her gag-reflex, and now she loved it. She asked if anything was the matter, but he shook his head and headed to his bedroom to sort all of these things out. 'Where the fuck you think you're going bitch? "Please! 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