Family Deception 1
I walked into the bathroom knowing my daughter would be there; I had been turned on by her by the time she turned sixteen. Her breast grew to at least a D cup and she inherited her mothers beautiful curves although her buttock was much firmer and tighter. I watched her touch her self smoothly, running her hands down the valley of her breast and massaging her nipples and touching her dark brown mound. It was odd she had had brown hair inherited by me but her mother’s blue eyes and sharp...