He set the bottle aside then babe went to lie next to Willow on his side facing her, his head propped up by an arm bent at the elbow. She rolled to face him, they were scant inches apart. Using her arm as a pillow she rested her head then smiled at him, her heart was slamming, she was beginning to feel the wine and his nearness. She asked “Daddy, if I weren’t your daughter would you be attracted to me? blowjob As a woman I mean?” Willow was warming more, her pussy was beginning to itch, her voice damn near cut off by the strain of forcing air through her constricted throat. She was getting turned on like never before; her body was preparing. The only barrier was his reluctance, she needed to get him past that and into her. He hadn’t answered the question so she prodded again “Dad?” “Willow, you’re barely out of little girl clothes and I just hit my 40’s. No matter what I think or feel that alone would massage keep me from messing around with anyone less than half my age. I mean it would be flattering as hell to think a teen girl would get under blankets with me but I have to face reality; I’m too far ahead in life to be screwing around with someone so young.” Willow noted immediately that age was the only issue he voiced, he did not mention the bothersome fact she was his offspring. “Oh, come on, haven't you ever heard of May-December relationships? Does being older mean you can’t get it up? Is Molly just hanging around because you have a job?” Her father was bewildered by the direction of her questions. He was having a suggestive adult conversation with his daughter that would be better suited with a woman that sensual he might seduce. He was wondering if her mother should talk to Willow about life, sex and adulthood. He studied her briefly, accepted her questions then grinned “I’m not that old, how about a May-October relationship?” he teased. Willow sensed she didn't have his full interest yet, his attention for sure but not his complete intimate interest. She stepped closer to the edge of daring “Daddy, I think I’m ready to go to bed with a man. I never did it before but I get really strong feelings when I'm around someone special.” She locked her eyes on his, her voice dropped to a suggestive whisper “Do think I should?” He damn near swallowed his tongue he gulped so hard, his chest was vibrating from the rapid slamming of his heart, his prick reacted to the sexy girl looking at him with deep inviting eyes. She was his daughter for Christ's sake, what the hell was he doing on a blanket with her alone in the night with a bottle of wine to loosen his morals and maybe her legs?? As he trembled with fear for what he was thinking one thought came through clearly; a question, a feeling. Was he being seduced? Did the vexing young girl set this whole evening up by the way she dressed, the fresh new hair style, the enchanting way she made up her face, the boldness of her words? Clarity of thought returned and he sat up next to Willow “We have to go home girl, it’s getting late.” Disappointment clouded her mind but she recovered quickly “Yeah, maybe we should, this ground is hard, my bed is a lot masseur more comfortable.” Wham! Those words put the idea back in his head, did she just invite him to her bed? Of course not, she was his daughter, she was voicing an opinion. He backed the car out of the parking spot then as he started the drive home Willow turned sideways leaned back against her door and curled her legs up so her feet rested on the seat too. “This is the only time you’ll be fucked with a condom,” he told my wife, “I’m very potent, and don’t want you knocked up before our excursion starts next month.” There were two bowls of cream wheat, plain and unseasoned. Jimmy got the idea right away and planted himself between her legs and started licking her wet pussy while Harold’s cock was in it. He didn’t seem to care and I couldn’t do anything to stop babe that part if I wanted blowjob to. "Is that good enough?" she asked. Under her Relationship Sub-Menu, I bumped up her appreciation of my daughter. I felt it in my throat and I swallowed masseur repeatedly to take it all. After we eat, a lot of people I don’t know come up to me and try to console me or whatever. It was too late for me to run and hide sensual and the orgasm started. Brie put everything she was feeling into licking Julie's massage pussy … appreciation, affection, joy, fun, and passion, and Julie's pussy was soaking up every bit of it.