It took Jack several seconds to realize that, his now masturbating daughter, who was on top of him, has just asked him a question. His dick began to harden in his shorts against her back as he watched his daughter rub her pussy. “Because I am your father, I don’t think I should be shaving your pussy.” He finally replied. Her back was now rubbing his erect dick through his shorts as she slightly shifted her body up and down against her hand. She did not seem to notice, as she was focused on the scenes playing out on the TV, as the man was reaching his climax and the woman was whimpering in ecstasy. Finally the man grunted and collapsed on top of the woman, just then Taylor let out a slight whimper and closed her eyes, her hand still grasping her pussy with her bottom slightly elevated off the couch. She slowly sat back down with Jacks balls resting in between her buttcheeks and his hard dick again pressed against her back. “But who else could show me? I’ve never used a razor before, what if I cut myself?” Jack was brought back by her question as his mind still worked through what just happened. She had a point, he thought, if she cut herself there it could be a scary and scaring experience. “I guess you are right.” He said. With that Taylor lifted herself off of him and stood up. “Cool, I’ll go to the bathroom.” He did not think that they were going to do it right away, but before he could object the girl was already making her way up the stairs. Jack sat there for 30 seconds, then turning off the TV, made his way upstairs and to the bathroom. His daughter had now removed her shirt and was completely naked, looking at her pussy hair in the oral mirror. She turned to her father, “Where do you want me to go?” She asked. Jack was looking over his beautiful daughter, and taking in teen the sight of her shapely breasts and still erect nipples. “Sit on the edge of rough the bathtub.” She sat down as Jack took out a razor and shaving cream. She spread her legs for him. Jack sat down on the floor in front of her, with his face inches away from her pussy. He began to apply the shaving cream, making sure to occasionally rub her pussy, as his horny mind took control of his actions. He was fully erect now, and this time Taylor noticed as her father’s shorts bulged. “How come you don’t go in the nude around the house daddy?” She asked him, as the thought of seeing his penis excited her. “I don’t know.” Jack replied, as his mind completely blanked on any ideas given that his hands were rubbing shaving cream into a gorgeous pussy mere inches away from his face, and deepthroat he was using up all his will power not to lean forward and lick it. “You should take of your shorts, you’ll feel much more comfortable.” She said. Jack complied removing his shorts without standing up, blowjob and now his large erect dick was in full view for his daughter to gauge at. When I got back daddy said, I thought we’d go sit down, but instead, Matt pulled me close to him to dance. She rough was getting and feeling sexier teen by the moment. “No.” There was no hesitation in her voice, no indecision in the tone of her voice. With that I started again but this time I was already wet and had the blowjob love of my deepthroat life watching me, which added even more fuel to the fire inside me. I started with slow circles on my clit making sure she was watching me. Then I sped up and pressed harder. He looked sad, how could I have stopped him now. “How was mom’s day at work?” he asks. “What did you say?” I asked. Horny of course. The Butler came in a second later, right on cue. She stared up at me with longing and love in her eyes. "How did you know?" she asked, feeling free to study him as frankly as he was assessing her. I shrugged. “Sharon are we set up for tomorrow in the big conference room? Luciana is staying the weekend with her parents. I noticed the woman in the sedan give me a what-the-fuck-is-wrong-with-him look. “Yeah,” I said, my stomach falling. “You know I have a phone, right? In particular interest to my mother was the flashing My mother was going to visit Betty in the morning, but would be home about noon and we could do something. Often mid way through this, Ron would fantasise aloud to her that, “Some one should be watching this.” oral