Dad and teen daughter, Willow, cope with quarantine.

Enjoy..

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All sexual activity takes place between characters 18 and older.

"Dad?"

The kittenish voice came from the open doorway to Carl's home office. He looked up from his computer screen to find his daughter, Willow, leaning against the doorframe. The eighteen year old had colored her hair again. It was a muted shade of ginger that suited her tanned complexion to a T as it cascaded well past her shoulders. She was wearing a cropped, light blue T shirt that ended barely a couple of inches past her tits, and a pair of light grey booty shorts she used to...