I don’t know how many times I made myself cum that night, the only thing I can say with any amount of certainty is that I no longer viewed my daughter in a way any parent should. I immediately said, “Yes.”
She gave me her address. Twenty minutes later she emerged from the back of the house. It started out with her telling me about her day and helping her with homework questions her mom couldn’t answer. I was beyond frustrated. She told me that she’d rather tell me about it on the phone. Right before I was ready to blow I grabbed my cock, stroked it for a second and then shot my load all over Heather, her bed, wall and quite a few of her stuffed animals. “Really?” she said. As her head bobbed up and down my unit my hand reached between her legs and started playing with her pussy.
