The roar of the bus engine pulled Eric's eyes from his paperwork to the view out his office window. He watched as it stopped at the end of his paved driveway and opened the doors to release a group of kids. His daughter, Stacy, stood laughing and talking with friends as they began to sift off in different directions towards home. She was always one of the last to break free from the group. She seemed more social this year than any of her previous high school years. It had been hard raising a daughter alone, but he was very proud of the woman she had become. He felt a twinge of pain as he thought of the college acceptance letter sitting on the edge of his desk. School would be out in a month and she was already packing for her move so she could get settled and begin her summer employment near her new campus. It had been almost painful watching her turn eighteen at the beginning of the year knowing she would soon be gone. She still felt like his little girl in so many ways, yet she no longer was.
He watched her walk up the driveway and the guilt washed over him as it had many times before thinking of his indiscretions, but his cock was rock hard in spite of the guilt. His daughter had been blessed with her mother's long muscular legs and large breasts. Her smaller waist gave her an hourglass type figure and she had let her beautiful red hair grow to shoulder length this year framing her piercing green eyes perfectly. She was definitely the picture of her mother. A yell from a friend on the street turned her back to him. He shook his head and inadvertently reached down to rub his cock through his jeans. He had stared at that ass so many times. It was so perfect. His stare broke as she turned and headed for the front door. He forced his thoughts away and scooted up to his desk needing to hide the bulge in his pants, but satisfied knowing it wouldn't be much longer before he could enjoy more of her.
She came bouncing in as she did each day, kissed his cheek and told him about her day. This was their daily routine. His work allowed him to work in the field during the morning hours and from his home computer terminal in the afternoon hours. It was a schedule that fit his lifestyle perfectly. Stacy finished rambling about her science class term paper and then excused herself to take a shower. He could set his watch by her afternoon showers. She had never been comfortable showering at school with other's watching, so she always took her physical education class at the end of the day so she could shower at home. He leaned back in his chair and reached for his mouse. The guilt he felt was completely obliterated as he clicked and opened the camera.