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My 18-year-old daughter, Sara, was a vivacious vixen. I knew from the moment she turned 18 and got herself a hunky boyfriend that there was no way he'd ever be able to satisfy her endless, sexual energy.
And I was right.
It only took a month before she started looking around.
Fortunately, I spotted the signs before she started cheating.
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My 18-year-old daughter, Sara, was a vivacious vixen. I knew from the moment she turned 18 and got herself a hunky boyfriend that there was no way he'd ever be able to satisfy her endless, sexual energy.
And I was right.
It only took a month before she started looking around.
Fortunately, I spotted the signs before she started cheating.
"Hey, daddy..." Sara bounced into my work-study just as I was about to finish up for the day.
Now, usually, she'd give me a chaste peck on the cheek, giggle and turn away. But not today. I'd decided after much deliberation that I wanted a more...intimate relationship with my precious babygirl.
So, this time when she pecked me on the cheek, I turned my head so that her little butterfly kiss landed on my lips.
Sara gasped, but didn't pull away.
I knew she wanted me. I was her daddy - her big, strong protector and her model of what a man should be.
READ MOREEvery time she was around me, I could easily smell her sexual perfume and the way she dressed - casually showing off her sexy, ravenous body also clued me in.
My wife had no idea. No idea that her nympho sex-pot of a daughter had the hots for me.
But I did. I knew. She knew. It wasn't a secret. Just never spoken of or acted upon.
"Daddy!" She finally pulled back, her porcelain cheeks as bright as the sun. "I'm your..."
I wrapped my strong arms around her dainty waist and pulled her even closer. This time it was no "accident." This time our kiss was hotter and more passionate than any I'd had in a dozen years with my wife.
"Daddy..." She panted, looking nervously behind her. "John's in the other room playing video games..."
"His loss..." I lifted up Sara's tight-fitting shirt and pulled off her sports bra, baring her small, succulent boobs for my greedy gaze.
"What's gotten into you, daddy?" She asked, nervously covering her goods.
"Honey. Daddy knows..." I said cryptically, pulling her arms away from her sexy mammaries.
"Knows what? Daddy! You're staring!"
"Daddy knows John isn't satisfying you like a man should."
She gasped.
"I also know that you've been looking around."
Again, she gasped, her baby blues fluttering open.
I pressed my needy fingers to her soft, burning bosom and massaged her pert tits, sinking my digits into her sexy flesh mounds.
"Daddy!"
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