When she got back from shaving herself he nodded approvingly and said, “Buy some scotch and have a glass waiting for me when I’m coming over.”
It was very presumptuous of him to think he would be invited back. You’ve been stressed lately.”
“First things first,” he said and removed his soaked shirt. Like you do the other stuff.”
“Oh honey, are you sure? Was this becoming her type? “Oh god,” he said. If these guys don’t fuck your pussy we can’t tell if they’re sexually compatible with you. Oh my Angel, I love you.”
And her mouth filled with her father’s cum. This was appropriate. “Pull apart your cheeks,” he said. I’ll throw this in your washer.”
After doing so, he sat down next to her on the couch, shirtless. Eventually she straightened up and joined him on the couch, and they watched TV. For a couple of evenings he loosened her up with fingers and a small dildo, then he would face fuck her to completion. One night before they’d done anything he broke the pattern and sat her down
