The ache in Gina's pussy only subsided a little as she led her father to the couch. She had to brace herself to tell him her news, even though he'd probably be happy to hear Donny was out of her life.

"Hey, isn't that my T shirt?" Jackson asked, his eyes dropping toward her protruding tits again.

Gina nodded. "I hope you don't mind me helping myself to some of your T shirts. You know how I love using them to sleep in." She pouted and used her little girl voice, hoping it would keep him from getting mad. But her father just chuckled.

"You always did," he remembered. "It's...