He was still stroking slowly, but his grip on his cock was firmer. Angie peeled off the towel and sat with her long, smooth thighs apart. Her heart raced as she spread her slippery pussy lips with her fingers, massaging her slit while her father openly watched. He groaned, his sculpted chest heaving. Angie thought she might explode, letting him see her finger dip inside her sheath. She drew it back out slowly, and sent two fingers back in on the next stroke.

"That's really filthy, Daddy," she said in a matronly tone. "I can't believe you're such a freak."

Her fingers were soaked, sliding so easily in and out...