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"But you're about to," Trish coyly added, as she leaned over Bill, reality who was still sitting on the couch, and reached across to grab both of Bill's wrists and then place his hands directly onto her bare, perfectly-formed breasts. "Trish, you're my daughter, for Christ's sake. I don't know if I can actually do this," Bill said. "Of course you can, Daddy. It's what you've been wanting to do for a long time now. Don't think I haven't noticed the doggystyle way you've been looking at me lately. Staring at my breasts, and my butt, and especially letting you eyes wander down to my crotch. You know, we girls notice that kind of stuff. We also notice when you guys get a hard-on, just like you're getting right now. So don't tell me that you don't want to have sex with me right now, because your dick is making a big, fat liar out of you." "So it's that obvious, huh?" Bill asked. "Well, your hands are still on my little boobies, aren't they?" Trish said, as she quickly glanced down at Bills breast-fondling hands, and then shifted her eyes back up to his face again. "So yes, it is that obvious. And oral do you want to know a little secret? This is what I've been wanting to do for a long time." As Trish said that to her dad, she kept looking deep into his eyes, while her right hand darted straight out to his lap, as she initially felt for--and then grabbed hold of--his rapidly-growing penis, so that she could begin to gently squeeze it, and feel it out through the satiny material of the gym shorts that he was wearing. "Now, why don't we go somewhere where we can be more comfortable, instead of just sitting on this stupid, old, worn-out couch. fetish Your bedroom would probably be good. What do you think?" "Oh yeah. That'd definitely work," Bill enthusiastically blurted amateur out, nodding his head in total agreement. "But I thought you and Susie were 'an item.' “Come stand next to me,” she said, and I did. 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