Remember, this is the same guy who wouldn’t talk to his daughter about sex; now she was masturbating constantly and wandering the house in all manner of undress.” Hazel bashfully added, “Sometimes completely naked. “And it didn’t help that, like I said, my dad was my best trigger. During my week under house arrest, he was the only person I saw the whole time. He wouldn’t let me go anywhere, and would lock me in my blowjob room whenever he had to work or buy groceries. All I had was myself, some YA romance novels I had read a million times, and very slow dial-up internet. “I masturbated a lot during that time. I felt like my sensuality was growing at an ever-increasing rate. The one thing I was missing the whole time, of course, was a man’s cock. And as far as men I was allowed to see on a day-to-day basis, there was only one possibility around: Daddy. Initially, I was disturbed to be thinking about him in that way, but more and big cocks more, I grew comfortable with the idea of making love to my father. I hated the urges at first, because it felt sick to feel attracted to my dad; it wasn’t normal. It wasn’t something the other girls ever talked about fantasizing about. It wasn’t even something I had thought about before this affliction began.” Hazel paused and stared through the windshield, thinking for a moment. “I think the official turning point was when I started looking to validate my urges on the internet. I sought out stories of other father-daughter relationships. They were easy Hardcore enough to find in blonde chat rooms and erotica, but they always seemed fakey. Clearly written by men with mommy issues. Photos and videos were gold, and much harder to come by back then. Once I found the right keywords, though, my internet browsing habits took a nose-dive. My search history was all granny smut and taboo. I wasn’t satisfied with standard pornographic fare anymore, and every time I jilled off after that, it was to father-daughter sex, or just to my own fantasies of me and my dad. I felt less shame because there were others like me out there.” Hazel paused and then smirked, “Well, not exactly like me. I never found another girl who was a super-orgasmic deviant like me. “Soon, I started trying to seduce him. Not totally consciously, I don’t think. Her face twisted with pleasure. A beautiful smile that just lit up her granny face, lit up the whole place in fact, and the cutest dimples on those little chipmunk cheeks. He chuckled. Its too big! “I’ll just drive back to work and tell them it was a misunderstanding.” “You said you would let me out of here now. What a sex machine! Hardcore “Hey TT; when you cum in front of others it’s always a good, strong cum; not one of these quick shivers.” I must tell her the whole story again. Unsurprisingly, Luke offered to help me out. There was another pause, then Michael: "I could do that." “I know. I’ll take that.” I replied, shrugging. It wasn’t difficult to find one and I selected a suitable table. Tracey was shocked but didn't know what to do, she was sitting naked in a bath being attended to by a black girl, any attempt to take the letter from Emily now would be treated with suspicion so instead she sat still and let Emily take the letter. Mike was right, I would need those rope loops to hang on to. I rubbed her clit for a while then got between her legs and my mouth took over. "Can someone get my back please?" I need you guys to fuck. She pulled big cocks forward, sliding my cock out of her pussy. “Go get the lotion you're going to need it now.” She stated blowjob pushing me away from her. I can't trust her anymore." “She wanted to give me a blow job. “Holy shit!” Suzie gasped, blonde being the first one to see me, when I got down there. Thinking of her mouth on his, her legs wrapped around his waist.