"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 not be the best idea, Spitfire. That might lead to more... interesting times in the kitchen."
She giggled. "Oh, we can't have that now can we."
He smiled, shrugging. "Definitely not. I know for damn sure th
