Long after any normal father/daughter hug would've ended, Frank kept holding onto his portly daughter. She pressed her face against his shoulder and kept up the pressure of her big melons against his body. He kept stroking her hair with one hand while the other rested low on her back, just above where the swell of her ass began. She would've been mortified to hug any other man while she was so rumpled and sweaty, but Sandi felt warm and so damp in her panties now. If her father had stuck his hand down inside them just then she wouldn't have made a move to stop him. In her daddy's...