"So, are you happy you were dragged out with us, Papa?" she asked.

He smiled widely. "I was a bit leery at first, but your friends don't seem too crazy for me. I'm having fun. I appreciate you putting up with my old ass."

She smiled, grinding her soft parts on his thick, iron shaft. "I'm assuming that hard-on I'm feeling right now means that you're enjoying me?"

He nodded. "That outfit," he said. "The dancing is awesome, but that outfit really hits me in a good place."

"Oh, really?" she asked. "Maybe my Papa will buy me one and let me clean in it sometime."

He smiled. "That might...