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"I dance for a living, Daddy. Remember? "You mean you strip for a living. Are you still at that Bare Bottoms topless bar?" "Yeah. But the point is that I spend a lot of time in a G-string. And so it's just easier for me to keep myself shaved down there. Does it bother you?" "Not really. But it's just a little unusual-looking. That's all." "You didn't think so, back when I was a little girl. So why don't you go ahead and clean me up, just like you used to do? Believe it or not, it would mean a lot to me right now. I never told you 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 he was on the verge of crossing a line that wasn't ever supposed to be crossed. But John couldn't help himself, as straight his eyes naturally gravitated towards his own daughter's bare, opened-up pussy, right cum in front of him. He just stared at Lisa's vaginal opening, and thought about the fact that it had been a long 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 tits 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 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 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 anal 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 russian 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 ." Show me the path and force time to stop. She wasn’t keen on straight the idea but finally agreed as long at we didn’t use her ‘motel’ too often. “I suggest you make your way down there immediately, you don’t want to be late as usual.” “Oh no, I’ll come back.” anal Almost four hundred miles west of where Sheila and I were Ruslan and his crew was quickly advancing. You are the one I’ve always dreamed of.” Being much younger, Sekhar's cock could fuck even better, she was sure! At thirty minutes, I was advised that all aggressive threats had been removed. She slowly opened the door of Rick’s room. I see Grandma's eyes travel over my chest, hungry and needy. But, enough about me; tell me about you, Daryl. Roughly he pushed two fingers into her ass and pushed them in tits and out opening her body. He led her to another room and in here there was a pool table, and various bar signs. I assured him that taking on some of the smaller projects at that house would give him something to smile about. Raising a cum preteen on my own was hard work, but I loved my daughter to pieces. The egg made sure that I gave my audience a great view of my pussy muscles contracting and relaxing over and over as I climbed and went over the edge. I can't explain why. I'm sorry Andy, I know it sucks wasting eight months on a project that russian gets canned." “That’s terrible!” “Hello, Jenny,” I said. I got accepted into the university near her, but by the beginning of the first term, she and uncle Vince had split up. 'And have you in my arms' he replied trying to embrace her.