Daddy and daughter Kelly
Kelly came out of her room dressed in and tight blouse and short skirt that left nothing to the imagination, her outfit gave her a whorish look. I wondered if she'd been in her mothers closet. "Kelly, I think you could dress more appropriately for a young lady." "Like you care." Her voice sounded of acid. I was pissed. "That is no way to talk to your father Kelly." "Yeah well my father would be a man, I don't know what you are." Fuck this, I got up just in time to have...