1. True story of my girlfriend and her father


    Date: 4/23/2017, Categories: First Time, Hardcore, Author: priyanjit07, Rating: 89, Source: xHamster

    experienced this level of desire for her. My instinct was to take Terry to the bedroom and fuck her brains out, to get this out of my system. But I didn’t. Instead, I went out onto the deck, the one that overlooked the lake, and I watched Julie as she mingled with some of the k**s from next door. I felt a stab of jealousy as I saw some of the boys staring at my daughter. Julie was eating up the attention, but I thought it was the wrong sort of attention. I had a queasy feeling in my stomach that before this holiday was over, my innocent little girl wouldn’t be a virgin anymore. Little did I know I would be right, but not the way I’d thought. I went back inside, unable to face the demon gnawing at my heart. Terry was surprised at the way I threw myself into the festivities after that. I fired up the grill, helped her in the kitchen, handed out sodas to all the k**s Julie brought back with her to the house. She swam, she ran, she played, and every time she came near I devoured her with my eyes. She helped me do it, the little vixen. When she noticed no one was around, she would twirl for me, jutting out her small tits proudly or shaking her tight little ass at me. Then there were the hugs where I got a thrill touching her exposed skin. Finally, night fell, and I was able to slip away to relax. Terry parked herself on the lower deck talking with neighbors. I went upstairs to the observation deck, what we d agreed was my private spot. I kept a telescope up here for sky ...
    watching, but tonight it was just me and my favorite lounge chair dragged out of the upstairs bedroom. No sooner had I sat down, a mixed drink in hand, than I heard footsteps running up the stairs toward me. Julie appeared in the doorway as I looked around, breathless and smiling. “Hey daddy,” she said brightly. “What’cha doing?” I couldn’t help but smile broadly at her. “Just trying to relax, Baby,” I told her. “You tired of playing with your friends?” “They re not my friends,” she told me. “Besides, they fireworks will be starting soon.” I had forgotten about the fireworks. It was one of the main reasons we spent this holiday at the lake. The town across the water always put on a good show. “I thought you d want to watch it with the other k**s,” I said. “Nah,” she said. She brushed past me to look over the railing, looking down to see what she could see. “I can’t see Mom,” she pointed out. “She’s on the lower deck,” I said. It was an unintended effect of the upper deck’s positioning that almost no one on the ground could see me when I was up here. It wasn't built for looking down, after all. “Can I watch from up here with you?” “What?” “The fireworks,” she clarified. “I want to watch them with you.” I gave her a slow, appraising look, taking longer than I d meant to, longer than I should have, taking in her delectable little body in her string bikini. Being up here alone was not a good idea. She must have sensed what my answer was going to be. She put on her best pouty expression. ...
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