I never told you cum this, but I used to love it, when you did that." John just stood there for a long moment, frozen and speechless. He knew that blowjob he was on the verge of crossing a line that wasn't ever supposed to be crossed. But John couldn't help himself, as his eyes naturally gravitated towards his own daughter's bare, opened-up pussy, right in front of him. He just stared at Lisa's vaginal opening, and thought about the fact that it had been a long petite time since he had seen a real, live vagina. And he felt his spent penis starting to come back to life. "Come on, Daddy, I'm not gonna bite you, or anything. And it's really your fault that I'm so sticky down there," Lisa said, quickly glancing down at her own pussy, and then looking back up at her father. "I promise I'll just sit here, and be a good little girl." The "I'm so sticky down there" phrase coming out of Lisa's mouth gave John all the motivation he needed to go ahead and cross that line--the same taboo line that he was afraid to cross, just a few moments earlier. John leaned over, gently wiped the urine off the outside surface of Lisa's fleshy mound, and then dropped the wad of toilet paper into the toilet bowl between her spread-legs. But he knew that toilet college paper wasn't going to suffice, when it came to cleaning up his sticky sperm from the front of Lisa's crotch. John opened the bathroom linen closet door, got a clean washcloth out of there, wet it under the bathroom faucet, and wrung it out. Then he used the warm, damp washcloth to thoroughly wipe down Lisa's whole crotch and vulva. Afterwards, he set the washcloth down on the corner of the vanity countertop, grabbed a hand towel, and dried off Lisa's "naughty parts" by gently patting them with the towel. "Thank you, Daddy," Lisa said in a little girl-sounding voice, as John straightened back up, and started to slowly back away from her. John wasn't paying attention when Lisa grabbed the wadded-up, damp washcloth from the vanity countertop. And that's because amateur he was gazing into her beautiful eyes, as he automatically replied, "You're more than wel--" And he was cut-off mid-sentence by something that caught him totally off-guard. Lisa's left hand had darted out towards John's crotch, and had quickly wrapped itself around his semi-erect penis. And she began wiping down his dick and his balls with the same damp washcloth that he had just used to wipe down her pussy. "Lisa, what the hell are you doing?" John whispered, very slowly and emphatically. "I'm cleaning you up, Daddy. Just like you did for me ." John just stood there, and let his daughter wipe down his bare genitals. Lisa really hadn't left him any other choice, but to cooperate with her. And besides that, for John, Lisa's actions brought back the still-vivid memories of his twin sister, Val, wiping down his 18-year-old genitals with a damp washcloth, before she gave him that second chance to finally complete the act of sexual intercourse with her. Once Lisa felt that John's dick and balls were clean enough, she put the washcloth back on top of the vanity countertop. But she didn't let go of John's penis with her left hand. Find Chapter 5, sexual session #2. "I won't deny it. Molly looked at her handsome brother enviously. Amber is groping college Natalie without making much movement and I can see the pleasure and happiness on Natalie's face. “I'd love too. petite "Come on guddi; just give me a blowjob kiss." “Please, please don’t hurt me,” she mewled. Most people call me Kit anyway," he tells her. No underwear. "And I will not let Ishtar stop me from loving you. Laura loved it. I have never really written anything like this that I have shared with other people. They could not take eyes away from her seductive swaying hips. The clone wasn’t sentient. They were in the den as Bill led the group in Sherry and Kay cocked their cum hips in unison they asked, “so you guys like the look”? I could feel the heat of a blush burn across my body. I walk in and I’m blown away! Loraine’s Master probably knew that it amateur would be useless, but one never knows for sure unless one tries. "Yeah, and you loved it, didn't you?"