I’d made her squirt. It was amazing, the look of pleasure on her face. She saw me, and gave me this smile. I sat down at the table, and started eating quietly, smiling to myself. I realized as I came back in, that I wasn’t feeling sluggish anymore, and I didn’t care. Some 20 minutes later, I got out and dried off, and focused on the day ahead of me again. It was more…flirtatious. My dad walked in, smiling a little as he saw us. Kissing her, I pressed lightly against her, feeling her pussy resist me at first, but with a little pressure, I got a small gasp from her as I slipped into her. Of course, it was only added onto the fact that incest had been something that had always gotten me off quickly. My thoughts stopped wandering and I smiled. With me. It was more…flirtatious. “Can you move yet?” She asked, fidgeting, and rubbing her legs together, and I realized just how turned on she must have been.
