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I not only just checked out, but almost hit on my daughter. 18 has never looked so becoming and as I pull back and give her one more once over I realize this feeling in my gut isn’t going anywhere We grab a bite to eat before heading home and all I can think as she slurps up pad thai is how lucky the god damn noodles are. I shake my head. What is wrong with me. I look again trying to see my daughter and not the potential best fuck of my life. Her green eyes are silhouetted with cat eye liner and her lips are full and red. It takes everything to not look lower to her V neck crop top and as I make eye contact with her I say.
 “You’ve grown up amateur so much sweet heart."”
She quirks a half smile. “Thanks Dad. Do you still have a pool on the roof of the pent house? I wanted to get some swimming and selfies in.”
 “Yeah sure” I say. Trying not to sound eager. “You can change as soon cumshot as we’re home.”
 Her young curvy body is torture as she exits the guest bedroom that’s now her room for the summer. It’s white and crosses over her torso making her waist look all the smaller and her hips and chest all the more appealing. Her hair is now up in a messy ponytail and I can imagine holding it as I guide her down…I stop, shaking my head again. Enough. Becca smiles up at me. “What’s the matter dad?” I straighten and smile back, “nothing, just a headache. Let’s go.”
 Her body wet almost drives me off the side of the building. She does laps, laughs with some other tenants (one of them a boy her age I’ll have to watch out for) and takes a million pictures of herself. When she walks over to me dripping wet, her nipples pressing against the wet fabric I stiffen in more ways than one. “Come on let’s take a selfie!” She starts to sit on my lap and I shift over knowing the instant she does she’ll feel nine inches of steel rod push against indian her ass and the jig will be up day one. She poses the camera, sticks her tongue out and throws a peace sign. I look mostly amused in the shot and when I ask for it she texts it to me. That night I jack off to the picture of my daughter for the first time. “Nineteen,” she responded politely. I wasn't trying to eavesdrop, but I couldn't help overhearing some of your conversation. Corporal Vasquez answered, "No Sarge, maybe she is sick or something." “Looks like it’s a nice casual conference,” Tom said as we both sat down. ALL OVER STREET!" “Uh-huh,” Rhea, clinging to her brother, groaned. “If we take th... th...” I cleared my throat. Once I finished I threw the core into the trash and pulled the back indian out of the can, cumshot tying it and grabbing the milk jug that was sat next to the trash can. I felt my breasts crush against his hard chest. He'd not expected her amateur to use that move. As we walk to the bedroom, she held her pant so they wouldn’t fall down. When I finished the meal and a glass of milk (?), she asked me to await her in the living room, until she finished cleaning the kitchen when she would join me to discuss some very important issues. Occasionally, he would wipe the juice onto my lips to share the taste with me. Brita's small tits rubbed against mien. Did I actually squirt! I was shocked that she would be that adventurous on our first time having sex.