Yup, two bathing suits, right on top, what, no condoms and roofies? Jesus, mom. Smirking to herself she pushes through the fabric to find her shorts and a tank top.
"You shouldn't be addicted to cigarettes, it's a dirty habit." All the other ones he has, the prescription meds, the controlled substances, and fucking his daughter? Those are okay. So funny, thirty, forty years ago everyone smoked, doctors, nurses, all socially acceptable, now there is a definite change in opinion on that topic. All of his other addictions are fine, it's the cigarette smoking that really bothers her. Clearly a child of the twenty-first century.
"What if you get lung cancer? I don't want to lose you, dad, you should take better care of yourself." Don't worry, she is going to go back to teasing his thigh with her little fingers and they can crash into a cement barrier and they'll die cancer free.
Sagging back into her seat she giggles at his little description. "You're horribly naughty, good thing we don't look similar, right? No one will ever know what a horrible, dirty pervert you are." Said the pot to the kettle. She starts working on the buttons of her blouse certainly not caring that they are in the car or he is right next to her. He has seen her completely naked and begging, undressing in front of him ain't no thang.
Blouse being tossed in the back she leans over, brushing against his arm, hand between his legs. "I think you just might be a little harder then me though, daddy."
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"You shouldn't be addicted to cigarettes, it's a dirty habit." All the other ones he has, the prescription meds, the controlled substances, and fucking his daughter? Those are okay. So funny, thirty, forty years ago everyone smoked, doctors, nurses, all socially acceptable, now there is a definite change in opinion on that topic. All of his other addictions are fine, it's the cigarette smoking that really bothers her. Clearly a child of the twenty-first century.
"What if you get lung cancer? I don't want to lose you, dad, you should take better care of yourself." Don't worry, she is going to go back to teasing his thigh with her little fingers and they can crash into a cement barrier and they'll die cancer free.
Sagging back into her seat she giggles at his little description. "You're horribly naughty, good thing we don't look similar, right? No one will ever know what a horrible, dirty pervert you are." Said the pot to the kettle. She starts working on the buttons of her blouse certainly not caring that they are in the car or he is right next to her. He has seen her completely naked and begging, undressing in front of him ain't no thang.
Blouse being tossed in the back she leans over, brushing against his arm, hand between his legs. "I think you just might be a little harder then me though, daddy."