"Oh sweetie, it's hard for me, too," James said, "I mean, to stop in the middle like this is very painful for Daddy." James pointed down at this cock, still hard and throbbing under the steering wheel. "But we have to do what's best for both of us, right? Like the doctor said: little steps."

Molly sighed and sat up. She started to reach for her jeans. Her father reached down to his fly. Molly felt sad, watching that perfect penis be put away. And despite the emotion of everything, the disappointment, she couldn't help but also feel the echoes of that driving need in her pussy. She was going...