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Click hereSarah took the flannel and towel, but left him holding her panties. She stood before him as he sat back in the chair. She watched his eyes still roam about her body. It created a warm, burning in the pit of her stomach, that she knew was nothing more that raw arousal. She was getting worked up again? Sarah wiped away his come from her face, then worked away the dribbles about her neck and upper chest. As she ran the now cold, wet flannel about her breasts, her legs began to tremble once more. She splayed them slightly to better steady herself and was rewarded by her daddy's eyes locking on to her pussy. She knew her lips would be more swollen than ever before, she knew they would be glistening, she knew his come would by now have dribbled even closer to her very swollen clitoris, her thoughts and needs were all over the place. Made worse by her father's gasp as a dew drop of her still copious vaginal fluid formed on her pronounced labia and fell heavily to the carpet. 'My God,' she thought, looking at his crotch, is he getting hard again?'
Her father forced his eyes away from her and said, "I don't understand you Sarah, how could you have even thought that was a good thing to do?"
She buttoned up her dress, still aware that a lot of his come was still on her. She had not wanted to clean it all off, not yet. "I'm sorry daddy...I really am. I...don't know why I did it. I just couldn't help myself from looking, I have never seen one before and when I got it out, I... well it was too big to get back in... I didn't know that would happen," she lied a little.
"But I'm your father Sarah, not your lover. You should have been doing that kind of stuff with a boyfriend or...or."
The tears began to well up in her eyes, Sarah left the last few buttons on her dress, she couldn't care less about them, she stormed out saying over her shoulder, "I'm sorry daddy, I'm truly sorry, if I could take it back, then I would. But I can't. It is done." She left him holding onto her soaked panties, closed his front door and walked down the garden path to her car, in the remaining light of the day, sans panties, sans bra and covered in her father's come. But as unhappy as she had ever been.
- COMMENTS
What an introduction and release! A torrid cumin description of pure joy! Phew!
Great part, thoroughly enjoyed Sarah blossoming out and "reaching out" to her dad. Can't wait for the next installments, thank you.