"Daddy, these are for the journey. Smelling them while you fap is a privilege, no?" she told him with a grin as she displayed the contents of the exquisite box in her grasp.

"You think I'm going to be whacking off every day, thinking about your cunt?" he asked with a raised brow, but still accepted the box that contained several panties.

"I wish I could produce milk, I'd definitely give you a few bottles for the journey,"

He tittered, "You amuse me, Willie."

"No, I'm serious, Dad," she insisted with a serious look.

"You can do that when you become the mother of a lucky fellow's kid, okay?" he...