Right at seven pm exactly he heard her come through the front door. He clicked on the 'stream' button and reluctantly, record, as he settled back down onto her bed, with a recently worn thong in his hand, sniffing the triangle where it had recently contained his daughter's young sex. Ashley walked in the room, appearing to be nervous. She was wearing sweatpants, and a tight v-neck t-shirt that didn't hide her erect nipples on her softball sized boobs.
He had turned the volume of the computer to low, but he heard the donations chime in at an increased pace as Ash took the thong from his hand and smelled it, closing her eyes. His cock started to rise as she pulled her shirt up and started rubbing it on her belly, then breasts.
"Mr. G, I'm wondering if you can do me a big favor, since no ones home." She bent over at the waist, her legs remaining perfectly straight with her ass aimed at his face, and pulled her sweats down, revealing an immaculate, literally bright pink pussy. It was framed by the infamous yellow crotch-less lace panties.
"Did I miss any spots shaving?" Her head was between her slightly spread legs, the position seeming perfectly comfortable to her somehow, with her hands on her ankles. He pulled the hems of the panties apart, examining it thoroughly with first his eyes, then his fingers.
"Looks and feels smooth to me, you did an excellent job! Let's see how it tastes now." He moved over and pat the bed where he had been sitting, where she leaned back onto a huge pile of pillows he had propped there. He placed a hand under each tan lined buttock, lifted and spread her, and plunged his tongue into her snatch. She groaned and gasped in delight, as he spent a good ten minutes making a meal of her.
He now understood fully his daughter's fondness of her fruity tasting secretions. While teasing her pebble like clitoris with the tip of his tongue, he reached for her chest and could feel her heart beating like a bass drum, rapidly. Anticipating what could very well be her first time getting fucked by a man, she moved her hand to an ample breast and squeezed it, licking her lips and crying random sounds and words.
After plowing into his daughter's love from on top of her, he took her in a multitude of positions, mostly for the benefit of the audience, in turn benefiting his daughter's bank account. He also, of course, wanted to put on a good show for Sierra. She came wildly, several times, before ending up a drooling sticky mess in the end, wondering if she could ever be satisfied by a woman again. At least two hours had gone by and Alan felt like a young man again when he noticed that fact.
"Shit! It's late! We'd better get you home. I'll walk you." They walked slowly, both of them in a haze of confusion and relief mixed with guilt. They wanted to hold hands and could tell the other was thinking the same with some quick smirky glances.
"Alan I need to tell you something, and I don't want you to over-react or go nuts or anything." She said as they approach her front door. She turned and looked him in the eyes, putting her hands on his shoulders.
"My dad is a very deviant man, and he's been sleeping with your wife for several years. Well, not so much sleeping with as dominating her." She went on to say how he had encouraged she and Tish to watch these exploits. "He's the one that introduced Sierra to streaming." Alan felt suddenly very dizzy as if someone had hit him on the head with a baseball bat.
