The following is total fiction
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As a product of the 1960's, Steven Keaton believed in Free Love. This applied to his family as well as everything else.
Steven always had a smile on his face when he arrived home to his wife Elyse and his children. He would say hi to his son Alex and say hi to his baby daughter Jennifer as well.
"Where's Mallory?" he would ask as he wondered where his middle child was.
"Oh, she's in her room talking to one of her boyfriends," Jennifer would say in a manner that all little sisters talk about their older sisters.
"I see," Steven would reply as he scratched his beard and walked towards the bedroom. As he did he glance at his son Alex and saw the devilish look on his face. The son knew what the Father was all about.
When Steven entered his daughter Mallory's room he found the 18 year old yakking away on the phone. The Father smiled at this and nodded to Mallory as he approached her as she laid on her bed. Mallory gave her father a smile as she looked over her shoulder at Steven and Steven for his part said nothing as he sat on the edge of her bed.
With Mallory talking about her boyfriend Nick to one of her girlfriends she felt her Father's hand on her butt as she laid on her stomach on her bed. She reacted to this by smiling and turning over on her back so she could feel her Father explore her body with his hands and massage her breasts as well as pull down her jeans and stick his hands into her panties. Fingering her pussy while all the while remaining silent. Letting Mallory continue talking to her friend as he had the time of his life.