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Dad fished out his wallet and gave me two twenties. I got the feeling he felt absolved by giving me the cash, but no matter, I was happy with the money. By the time we’d finished our pancakes, we were relating on a father/daughter level again. When payday came dad gave me my $50 allowance. I looked up at him, “That’s too much, you only owe me ten.” “No sweetheart, this is right, what I gave you before was because I love you.” With the revelation that the $40 was above and beyond I teased impishly, “Don’t you mean because you loved me?” Dad blushed then walked away. We returned to an almost normal home life. Apparently, I had jump started his sex drive so dad began dating a woman from his work, and I was messing around with Todd and Brian, separately or skinny together in close up three small tits or four person parties. But I couldn’t get the extra money out of my head, how I had gotten it. I earned it with my body, I earned it by fucking my father. Over the next few weeks the idea grew, a seedling taking root and growing in my mind. Would my father be willing to increase my allowance if I screwed him again? The more I thought about it, the more my pussy tingled, the more I was determined to approach him for a raise. “Daddy?” Tara had never had her close up pussy eaten like that before. I’m not going to hurt the boy. Shit, that was me?! Wait a second—“ focusing on the growing nipple, that was soon full sized inside his warm mouth. She was an old friend not some gal just I picked up. My dick plunges down his throat as he opens up, swallowing it whole. “Is she small tits Black or white?” I reached into my pocket and pulled out my wallet, then thumbed my drivers’ license out of it with shaking hands and skinny passed it to her. He still hadn't spoken. The pig startled her by instantly going behind her and snorting at her crotch. “Tell me.” Cindy replied.