Hey Daddy look!” I was looking but she grabbed my arm anyway and pointed, jumping excitedly. Shit. Mom xxx I pushed Shae down roughly, slamming her pelvis against mine, and surrendered to the hurricane of jerking muscles as I sent a greasy fountain of cum juice up into my own daughter’s womb. Luckily, she did notice the wetness on the skirt of the yellow dress as she folded and bagged it. Is this skirt ok Daddy? The sweet smell and feel of my sweet daughter rubbing against me was a wave that washed away all my rational objections. “I can whistle. Sandy and another girl were chatting nearby, with a third reading something on her phone. “DADDY!” Shae smacked my arm.
