All this thought drove me over the edge. It was her Halloween photos that drove me over the edge. Indian sex Then I noticed some whiteness on my finger. “Really?”
“No, silly! When she began school and became busy with her classes and college life, I had too much time on my hands once again. But there was no way I’d harm her. What if she found out? ===
“Hello? If she don’t wake up, she ain’t gonna know shit,” was posted just a second after that. Slowly, I strengthened my grip and gave her ass a firm squeeze and a gentle shake. What if she had gone to that party alone? I could no longer contain myself, as I became massively turned on by the fact that someone had already used my whore. Ha!” she fell into my arms, “I fucking hate boys, dad. But this was my daughter, so I held back…for three months. Her hot, used pussy felt amazing, and boy was she tight. I pulled out a bit faster, wanting to hear her moan again. “Fuck it,” I began reasoning with myself, “If she feels anything tomorrow, she’ll think it’s from whichever lucky bastard she fucked. How did this happen?” I knew I sounded very strange and cliché. I hesitated, feeling an enormous amount of guilt about what I had been fantasizing
