My Daughter My SexToy
Part 1"Oh god, here she is again," I mumbled to myself as Cheryl, my fifteen year old daughter walked down the stairs into the living room where I was sitting on the couch. She was wearing a short white T-shirt, and a pair of pale pink nylon panties, trimmed with lace; nothing else. As she came down the stairs, her young breasts, firm as they were, could not resist bouncing, proving to anyone who watched that she was wearing nothing to support them under the T-shirt.My wife and I had separated...