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Ever since my daughter, Mandy, turned 18, we'd developed a...special relationship.
A relationship that would get us in BIG trouble if her mother were ever to find out.
"Oh daddy, you're home!" Mandy greeted me at the door, wrapping her long, slender arms around my neck.
It didn't matter that I'd had a bad day at the office. My hot, little, 18-year-old daughter was there to kiss it all away.
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Ever since my daughter, Mandy, turned 18, we'd developed a...special relationship.
A relationship that would get us in BIG trouble if her mother were ever to find out.
"Oh daddy, you're home!" Mandy greeted me at the door, wrapping her long, slender arms around my neck.
It didn't matter that I'd had a bad day at the office. My hot, little, 18-year-old daughter was there to kiss it all away.
Our lips locked in a passionate, heated embrace as I dropped my suitcase, lifted my baby girl up and twirled her around.
She giggled and pressed her tiny tits into my face, where I motor-boated them, causing her to giggle even louder.
"Daddy!" She mock swat me.
"Oh, honey, you're home!" My wife stepped out of the kitchen and dried her hands on her apron.
I quickly set Mandy down - not daring to allow her mother to see us in such an amorous pose.
"Yes. Finally. Traffic was bad. All I want to do is --"
READ MORE"The dryer's acting up again, dear. Could you take a look at it before you get settled down? Dinner'll be ready in about a half an hour."
I slumped my shoulders and sighed heavily.
"Don't worry, daddy...I'll help." Mandy whispered hotly in my ear, kissing it discreetly in front of her mother.
She did like to live dangerously.
I didn't know how she was going to help me, but I certainly wouldn't mind her company.
I stored away my work stuff, got out of my work clothes and into my relaxing shorts, then made my way down into the basement to see what the fuck was wrong with the dryer.
No idea where Mandy had gotten off to.
The moment I flicked on the light, I got the hardest, quickest boner of my entire life.
I swear to God, I almost shot my load in my pants.
My beautiful, sexy, 18-year-old vixen of a daughter, Mandy, was half-way inside the dryer - completely naked - her legs spread wide open and her shaved slit parted slightly for my view.
"Oh help, daddy! I'm stuck!" She feigned, pretending to try to pull herself out.
I stood there for several minutes, my cock growing harder and longer in my pants before I found my wits.
"What are you doing?" I hissed, shutting and locking the laundry door and moving to my "stuck," naked daughter.
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