Robert Finely was forty four years old. His hair had already begun to thin, rather than fight a losing battle, he went and shaved his head bald.
He keeps his black moustache trimmed nicely, it connects to his nicely trimmed goatee. His eyes are shallow and brown in color, with a distinguishable, slightly wide nose. His ears where average.
He was depressed looking around the surroundings of his mobile home. He had on a grey jogging set just to remain comfortable.
As he just bent down in the center of his small kitchen and sobbed so bitterly. He heard the knock on his door. He dried his eyes while proceeding to it.
Making sure his eyes were clear, he heard the tapping again. He opened the door to see his daughter standing outside.
He thought, 'might as well write a check out right now.' But said. "Melissa, im surprised to see you, please come inside."
Melissa was into goth, she kept her skin pale by avoiding the sun like a plague. She has always been very opinionated, from the time she was little.
She is eighteen now, about to start college at the university of Florida. She loves to keep her black hair strait and sleek, she has a small a size cup, stands at 5'4" and she is skinny with big green eyes, because she wears contacts.
Her face was similar to her mom. She was wearing that black choker around her neck, a black box style dress with fluffy ruffles on her shoulders which came down halfway to her thighs and black, decorative pantyhose with combat boots.
She took a seat and she seen her dad getting out his check book. Melissa replied. "I didn't come here for money, dad. I wanted to check in on you."
Robert looked shocked. "This is new."
Melissa looked over his wardrobe saying. "You've given up?"
Robert took a seat in his lazy boy recliner and propped his feet up while saying. "Me and your mom have been together for twenty one years. I can't just jump back in the dating scene."
Melissa laughed. "Mom isn't being so noble, dad. So why are you?"
Robert explained. "Well, mom didn't give a shit about me, she wanted freedom. I on the other hand loved her. Those feelings don't go away overnight."
Melissa turned on his television. Then said. "What, were you blind?"
Robert sighed. "Your worried about me, Melissa, my dear girl. You have college, a lifetime of experiences ahead of you. I will be alright, live your life to the fullest."
Melissa asked. "Are you trying to get rid of me?"
Robert kakkled. "No, um. Melissa I just don't want to discuss my personal life with you, how about what are you going to study?"
Melissa smiled. "I am looking forward to the Philosophy classes to learn more about Socrates, Aristotle, and Ghandi to name a few of my influences."
Robert said. "Wow! How am I going to keep up with this conversation?"
Melissa laughed. "Dad, you know a little about Ghandi, he was a man who dedicated his life to non violence."
Robert replied. "Yeah, that is all I know of him."
Melissa said. "Remember Bill and Teds, dad."
Robert said. "I don't think that movie had a clue on who Socrates actually was."
Melissa said. "Well, you can teach me about the Oakland Raiders."
Robert said. "How about we just watch T.V."
Melissa replied. "But, there's shit on, dad."
Robert said. "Then pick out a dvd, I will pop us up some popcorn, we can have a movie night, or afternoon."
Melissa said. "That sounds fun."
Robert went into the kitchen and Melissa was looking through all his titles displayed below the dvd player. She read the titles and thought. 'Just a bunch of cop movies.'
She opened one of the compartment doors and found something private. But she read the title, Daddy's Good Girls and was shocked at first.
But, she did see how sad her dad was. So she asked. "How long for the popcorn?"
Robert was still looking for a package. Melissa seen him walking towards the living room so she gently closed the compartment.
Robert replied. "I'm out of popcorn."
Melissa saw an oppurtunity. "When you mentioned popcorn, dad. I got a craving." She did her best manipulative stare. "Would you please go to the store and get some?"
Robert responds. "All you had to do was ask, no need for the eyes. I'll be right back."
Melissa seen him going for the keys and watched him grab the checkbook, she even watched him load up in his chevy truck.
Then she opened the container and pulled out the naughty dvd.
She turned the T.V. to hdml 1 and loaded the movie into the dvd player. Then sat back on the couch. This is a funny little situation for Melissa.
On one hand, it would make her dad less freaky if there wasn't a girl on the movie that resembled her. On the other hand, a secret fantasy of hers she really wanted her dad to share. So finding that girl could be very arousing.
So as the title screen came up and the motions of fucking being displayed on a smaller screen she went to chapters. Letting them play to see what the girl looked like.
The fourth chapter, was what she was secretly hoping for. The model's name was Kat, she had the same strait black hair, and body style as herself.
She sat down on the couch and hit play. Thoughts filled her mind, imagining her dad jacking off to this scene made her so horny.
Melissa decides to make both of their dreams come true.
Robert had finally pulled up in his driveway and as he was opening the door, the sounds inside made him as white as a ghost. He fumbled with his keys while his mind worked on explainations.
He thought. 'I forgot to take it back into my bedroom.'
He finally opened the door and quickly pushed stop, realizing which scene had just played. He said to himself. 'Oh dear.'
But, he heard jumping on his bed and he dropped package of popcorn on the ground and ran to his bedroom. Like that opening scene, his daughter was jumping on the bed.
Melissa made a slight change, she done it completley naked. He knew he should turn away, but the beauty of his exposed daughter drawn him in.
She noticed him there. "Oh, dad you caught me jumping on your bed, i'm in trouble."
Robert was shocked as she landed down on the bed and was looking at him with those cute eyes.
Robert found himself taking off his sweat shirt and jogging pants with his underwear at the same time. He then remembered the movie and thought. 'Does she actually want a spanking?'
So there was the voice inside his head of being appropriate with his daughter, but in this situation, the excitement of a fantasy you never thought possible is now lying sideways on your bed.
He took a seat on the edge of the bed to see what Melissa would do. Admiring her nice little ass as she got up on her hands and knees to come to the end of the bed.
She crawled onto his lap, poking her ass in the air and she said, seductively. "I'm ready, dad."