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My newly-turned 18-year-old daughter, Michelle, was a bonafide bitch. Ever since her mother left, she'd practically blamed me and taken it all out on me.
Her mother had given her access to our bank account and the bitch cleaned me out!
I swear to God if she hadn't been my daughter...
But I had plans. I was going to get that money back one way or another. What's that saying? Cash, grass or ass? Yeah, she was going to give me her ass - and there was nothing she could do about it.
Michelle was a hottie. She looked and dressed like a hooker with short skirts, tube tops, low-cut, see-through blouses, stiletto heels, thongs and lace panties that showed right through her tight skirts.
The other day I came into the house while she was bent over, picking up something off the floor.
She was in a white pair of cutoffs, the ones with the buttons that go down the front, and a thin, white thong panty.
"Jesus Christ," I muttered under my breath. "Put some goddamn clothes on."
"Oh, grow up, Dad!" She turned and snapped at me as she walked by.
I'd had enough of her little game. She wasn't a little girl anymore. She was a grown woman.
I grabbed her arm and marched her to the sofa, then proceeded to mash my lips to hers.
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