It’s white and crosses over her torso making her waist look all the smaller and her hips and chest all the more appealing. Her hair is now up in a messy ponytail and I can imagine holding it as I guide her down…I stop, shaking my head again. Enough. Becca smiles up at me. “What’s the matter dad?” I straighten and smile back, “nothing, just a headache. Let’s go.”
 Her body wet almost drives me off the side of the building. She does laps, laughs with some other tenants (one of them a boy her age I’ll have to watch out for) and takes a million pictures of herself. When she walks over to me dripping wet, her nipples pressing against the wet fabric I stiffen in more ways than one. “Come on let’s take a selfie!” She starts to sit on my lap and I shift over knowing the instant she does she’ll feel nine inches of steel rod push against her ass and the jig will be up day one. She poses the camera, sticks her tongue out and throws a peace sign. I look mostly amused in the shot and when I ask for it she texts it to me. That night I jack off to the picture of my daughter for the first time. I fantasize about her coming into my room and asking to sleep with me like she use to, but how things would be different this time around. In the mornings she goes for morning jogs and comes back looking sweaty and fit and beautiful before even applying her daily makeup (which always ends up strewn across the floor) Three weeks into the summer I hear Becca arguing on the phone with her mother. She sounds upset and her voice is shaking interracial with tears. 
 upset and her voice is shaking with tears. 
“Well if you don’t want me I’ll just stay here with daddy!…I am not manipulating him, he likes me here!” There is another pause and she stomps into the living room where I suddenly act busy. She’s wearing a clingy cotton gown that goes down to her ankles and yet it’s so sheer it’s the opposite of covered up. Her dark brown hair is wavy at her shoulders and looks feather soft as she juts the phone towards my ear. 
 “She wants to talk to you.” Her lips are pouty and she looks like a sexy indian doll.
 “Denise?” I say taking the phone. “Obviously I dont want to talk to you so let’s cut to the chase. “You are,” I said. She sighs. The pale-skinned redhead withdrew her face interracial from Melanie’s sexy bottom and knelt at her Master’s feet. Thank you for saving me from that impossible man. You know at last night’s meet and greet, that cheeky bastard had his hand on my back and slid it down to the top of my ass?” What trigger words are going to jolt him awake? How did I get here, Deana asked the imaginary figure indian on the ceiling? "Just sad we're going back tomorrow," said Karen, with a sad smile on her face. The silver tray had been cleaned and put away. I watch Kara tense, then relax as the woman begins licking her Orc pussy. My eyes squeezed shut as the pleasure coursed down my shaft.