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I don’t know what’s wrong with me, exactly, if it was the party steroids or the hard drugs I lived on all those years in the ring, but my brain don’t work right, because I’ve been wanting to fuck my little girl ever since she started sprouting titties, about four years ago, and I don’t think that’s something most daddies with normal brains ever really consider. Or, if they do consider it, they don’t spend so much time thinking about it. But with me and my busted, tangled, kicked-too-many-times mind, it’s been a whip across my soul for four fucking years. Now I ain’t touched her, not never. I been able to keep myself in check, mostly by cranking my Hardcore cock over vacation pictures of her in her bikini, or emptying my load into her laundry. Lord Alfuckingmighty, I remember the first time I did it. She was off at school—first day of high school, matter of fact. Esther, her momma, was off visiting her folks down in San Diego. I had just retired that summer, and it was slowly dawning on me that our marriage had managed to work only because, as long as I was out wrestling for the big Pay-Per-Views that bought our house, she and I never had to really speak. But since I retired, it had been one knock-down-drag-out after the next, and she’d taken more frequent trips just to get out of the house, which left me alone most of the time with Charlotte, our fifteen year-old daughter. And so, I figured I’d feed the monster in my brain just enough of a morsel to be able to trust myself threesome when she came home. But when I pulled cum up the usual pictures of her on my laptop and pulled out my cock, it just wasn’t enough. The idea struck me, then, and almost like I had no control over myself, I went upstairs, into her bedroom. I stood there for a while, savoring the smell of young sweat and perfume before sliding open her closet and staring down at her hamper. Right there, on top, was a bright pink bra from PINK by Victoria’s Secret. I knelt, scooped it up. The tag back then said 32B. Her tits have gotten bigger, since. The one Esther caught me with last week was a 32DD. But that first time, holy shit. I wrapped that bright neon pink cup around my shaft and closed my eyes, felt the silk, imagined what her tits would feel like…my daughter’s tits. I imagined my hands around her throat, the press of student my lips against hers, my tongue in her mouth, her hands tied to the bedpost, body splashed in cum. “John, dad died this morning,” she greeted me. “Oh shit that feels good!” She began to massage my balls as she was going up and down on my cock with veracity, “I want you to shoot your sweet cum down my throat boss.” She then went back to sucking my cock like a calf sucking for milk. Worse, they were treading water right in front of each other; her boobs were practically in his face, and Grace *knew* if she just reached out, cum his stiff cock would party be in her grasp. “That’s a good girl. That same person he seriously injured in the outskirts of the city and who was now wondering why he wasn't being digested by the creature. 'Wait, let me tell my friends first.' “Fuck me! Please fuck me!” he pleaded. It seemed to be a good natural instinct. And from Hardcore that time on, Ash would come over and do her normal flirting and loved running her hands on my arms as we talked. Lucy would occasionally run her finger up my wet shaft to Lynne's clit rubbing if carefully then letting me push back in side her A few times she positioned her self to where she could lick the juices of me then give Lynne a big kiss. Her asshole had lost its pucker of course and I couldn't resist finger fucking it with my middle finger a few times student before stuffing as much off the washcloth as possible into the leaky pussy to prevent any threesome more leakage. Her asshole surrendered to my dick. “The famous David Brighton, we meet at last,” Ben said with a grin. I threw my head back, my blonde braid swaying down my back. He looked down, I followed…his magnificent cock standing straight up almost to the bottom of his sternum… I'm sorry Dex, I had no idea what to do.