Shouldn’t I be disgusted at what he had done? His other hand reached down, and I realised he was slowly unbuttoning her pyjama top. So, I watched, curious. Theo stood, and stopped for a moment. The way he was talking, the shifting of his weight… Then it was gone, and a moment later, I heard him calling Claire. When I finally got home I went straight to my bedroom to pleasure myself again, and that was how I spent much of my home time throughout the next week. I found myself reaching downwards to touch myself as I watched, still doing my best to pretend to sleep as my own fingers began to rub my clit. Theo continued to eat his daughter’s pussy, and I could hear Taras moans now, building and building until she arched her back and climaxed into her father’s hungry mouth.
