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I had just finished some work on the computer that I’d brought home from the office when the phone rang. I glanced at the clock on my computer and grimaced “1:30? It can’t be good news.” Imagine my surprise when I heard my inebriated 18-year-old daughter’s voice on the other line. “Daddy? It’s Reena” she giggled “I’m at a party, and I can’t drive home, and I don’t want to go back to mom’s house like this. Do you think you could pick me up? Pleeeease? I’ll make it up to you.” Damn. I was exhausted, and not in the mood to deal with my ex wife when she realized our daughter wasn’t coming home. But none the less, Reena is my pride and joy, and I certainly wasn’t going to let her drive home drunk, as she so apparently was. “Sure Dash” I said, my tone belying my unhappiness with the situation, “tell me how to get there and I’ll be there right away.” After getting directions, I slipped out of my robe and put on pajama bottoms and a T-shirt, hoping I wouldn’t have to get out of the car to go find her. Thankfully, the address she had given me was only a few minutes away, and I shortly found myself waiting outside of an impressive home that was obviously the site for a large keg party. I pity the parents that come home to that mess. Soon, I was startled out of my reverie when Reena tapped on the window, grinning foolishly. I leaned over to unlock the door and was surprised at my daughters apparel. Her skirt looked like something her mother and I bought for her when we were together. Ten years ago. And her shirt would have fit the Barbies that I wished she still played with. Plain and simple, my baby girl had changed from the cute and cuddly 8 year old that I’d spent so much esat escort bayan time with, to a beautiful, sexy young women, who under other circumstances (if she wasn’t my daughter) I’d enjoy spending a lot more time with. “Thanks so much daddy, I really appreciate this. You’re the best!” she said, leaning over to give me a kiss on the cheek, showing me quite a bit of cleavage. ” You’re welcome honey. How are you going to explain this to Aru though?” I shuddered at the idea of her mother calling my home. “I told mommy I was spending the night with a friend, but that fell through. Is it okay if I spend the night?” she said impishly, giving me the impression that her “friend” was one of the male variety. “Or course you can Princess” I replied, reverting to the name I’d called her throughout her childhood. I was about to continue when she interrupted”Uh, dad, can we pull over? I think I’m going to—” she croaked. Say no more! I quickly signaled and pulled over just in time for her to hang her head out the door and lose her dinner. And it sounded like lunch and breakfast too. I hadn’t heard anyone that sick since my college days. She slowly straightened herself and looked over at me. “I’m okay now. You can go ahead.” I was suddenly very grateful that we were almost back at my house. She seemed to fall asleep on the way there, and as we pulled in to the driveway, I nudged her shoulder gently “Princess, we’re home.” “Okay” she muttered, not doing anything about it. I sighed and got out of the car, going around to her side and sliding her out. I picked my baby girl up like I used to when she was a child and began to carry her toward the Escort etimesgut house. “Daddy?” she croaked”Yes Princess?””I don’t feel very good.””I know honey, I’ll have you in bed in a minute.” I whispered, kissing the top of her head. I opened the front door and headed for the stairs when she began to squirm, telling me she had to go to the bathroom. I put her down and went into the guestroom to turn down the sheets and listened to the sounds of her brushing her teeth. Good. She’d found the extra toothbrush I keep in the medicine cabinet. The door creaked open and I saw her shut off the light as she made her way to the guestroom slowly, on unsteady feet. She looked so beautiful, with her long blonde hair framing her gorgeous face, tumbling down to the top of her breasts. I glanced away, knowing I shouldn’t notice things like that. But I couldn’t help it. She must have at least been a 34C. A very full 34C, with a slim tapered waist, and sweet legs. She was adorable. My little Princess. Reena swayed her way over to the guest bed, uttered a “good night daddy” and promptly fell asleep. I sat and watched her for a while, staring at her face in the moonglow, and debated whether or not I should change her into one of my old T-shirts. The pervert in me won out, and I crept to my room to get a shirt for her. When I got back, I lifted her up slightly so that I could undo the buttons on the back of her shirt, if you could call it that, and slowly pulled it from her shoulders, nearly gasping as her breasts fell free of the material. They were beautiful, with large, penny colored nipples that quickly hardened in the coolness of the room. etlik escort I then began to slide her skirt off of her, and was shocked to find my darling daughter not wearing any panties. She took care of herself though, I noticed as I took in her bush, trimmed and shaped into a gentle V. Lifting her up once again, I slid the shirt over her head and laid her back down on the bed. “Daddy?” she whispered, and I froze, knowing that she would think I was a horrible, dirty old man. “Will you lay with me, and hold me? Like you used to when I was little?” I felt a stirring in my groin as I thought about lying with my sweet daughter in my arms, pressed up against her softness. But I climbed over her and wrapped my arms around her from behind as she snuggled up against me, pressing her ass right against my cock, which was quickly becoming rigid. “I don’t feel well at all Daddy” she whimpered. “Do you need help getting to the bathroom baby?” I whispered to her. “No, it’s not that kind of sick. But my stomach hurts. Will you rub it like you used to when I was little and had a tummy ache?” she whispered back, grinding even harder against me as I tried to discreetly move away so that she wouldn’t feel my now fully hard erection. I gingerly raised my hand to her satin soft skin and began to rub slow, soft circles. She moaned softly and again began pressing herself against me. My cock was now straining to be free of my pajama bottoms, and was beginning to ache slightly from the pressure she was applying to it. I was sure that she could feel it, and only hoped she didn’t know what it was. “Lower daddy. It hurts lower” she whimpered, and I slid my hand down a fraction of an inch, and began rubbing again, this time in smaller circles so as not to brush against her pussy. My cock was rock hard by now, and dripping pre cum. If I didn’t get to my room soon, I was going to go crazy. “No daddy. You’re not getting it. It’s lower” she whimpered, and moved my hand over her bush.
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