He reached into his robe pocket and brought out his daughter’s soiled panties; his prized trophy from last night. They were still wet, heavy and fragrant. He stared at them and fingered the damp crotch. He brought them to his nose for the umpteenth time that morning and breathed deeply. They smelled so clean, so sweet, and so fucking sexy. ‘Oh my god, what am I going to do?’ His thoughts tormented him. His penis thickened in his underwear. His phone on the table displayed an image of his daughter, her face splattered with his cum. “Good morning, Daddy!” Samantha said cheerfully, startling her father and making him jump as she skipped into the room. She saw her daddy had been holding something next to his nose, but had quickly put it into his indian pocket when she had called out to him. She recognized the color and size and knew what it was. ‘He was sniffing my panties,’ she thought. ‘He must really, really like my pussy juice!’ “Uh, good morning, Sam,” Chad said, blushing, and quickly locking his phone. “What were you smelling just then, daddy?” Samantha asked, teasing him with a wicked smile and asses a knowing glace. “Uh nothing, just wiping my nose,” he lied. Chad looked at his sexy daughter. Her fat, hard nipples and the outlines of her small breasts were poking through her long tight shirt. ‘Daddy’s Girl’ he read, and immediately knew why she had picked out that particular shirt. Guilt flooded him, but her bare, long legs looked so good to him. They were the same beautiful legs what were wrapped around his face last night. He was going to hell. No doubt about it. Jail, at least. “Daddy,” Samantha said, slowing lifting up her shirt, then whispering, “If you want to smell my ‘hot, fucking pussy juice,’ all you have to do is ask me!” She pulled her shirt up higher until her hairless, slick pussy was on display for him. She thrust her hips in a small circle, innocently performing an impromptu slutty dance for him. “Sam!” Chad scolded her, shocked she had used his own filthy words for her sweet, aromatic essence. He needed to watch his words more carefully! “Did you have to wear that shirt?” he said. “You’ve outgrown that a long time ago!” amateur “Not that long ago, daddy!” She smiled, “Besides, I don’t have one that says, ‘Daddy’s Little Plaything!” “Sam!” Chad said. Beatrice turned to him and she saw him place the broken cue stick on the table, rolling it slowly asses under his right hand. I was going out of my mind! Susan grimaced, but nodded. Functional life. That's when the doorbell rings. I didn’t respond. He was able to get so low to the ground on amateur the curves and maintain a consistently high speed that it sometimes felt to Scott as if he were racing in the Indy 500. I smiled, my firm breasts jiggling before me. My nipples were so hard. Soon we were going into frantic pace and Marie was the first one to set off the chain reaction with the Bello he grunted and came in her pussy this started Elsie vibrating from coming this vibration put me over the edge indian and I filled her ass “Honey, come on, this is going too far”. A woman screaming, however, is not a cure.