Cat has no fear of the sun; and my view of my thick ropes of cum on the postage stamp size outline of her thong bikini tan line, pointing like an arrow down, toward the crease of her ass, was a site to behold.
"Wow Daddy" she said, which was a bit of an understatement, given the fact that I couldn't actually remember the last time.
Cat reached up between her thighs, and with her long slender hand and perfectly polished index fingernail, took a dab of my load, which was beginning to make its way down, onto the inside of her thighs.
"I guess I might as well give it a taste, kind of like the dessert after a father daughter dance," she said, with a smile, as she stood up from the edge of the tub, turned toward me, and licked the white frosting from her finger tip, the black cherry nail polish, peeking out from the crescent of her ruby-red lips and model white teeth.
"Where do we go from here," I thought to myself, as I sheepishly tucked my dick back into my underwear, and pulled up my pants.
Cat just looked at me curiously, all six feet of her, standing there, eye-to-eye, her with the perfection of and airbrushed illustration.
"I think we should set some ground rules Daddy."
"Excuse me," I croaked.
"Since I'm your guest, in your house, at your convenience, which is more than generous, by the way, let's think about our precious and rather unique time and circumstances together, within the framework of a CNC arrangement."
"What?"
"Yes," she said.
