I lay, satisfied, as I watched Mandy slowly, deliberately, lick my c*m off her fingers, savoring every drop.
"Mmmmm, I do like that taste. Maybe better from the source?"
She leaned over and took the head of my softened c**k into her mouth.
"Oh yes, better."
She let me drop, "tomorrow, daddy." She giggled.
Once the stern of "Rental #22" cleared the breakwater, Mandy slipped the straps off her blue tank suit.
"Um, we're barely out of sight of shore, baby."
"Don't care, dad. This is the day, and I can't wait."
My daughter shimmied out of her suit, tossing it in the cabin, and lay on the cushion, massaging her dampening p***y, now cleanly shaved.
"Baby has a surprise for dad today."
She laughed, "Yes, I wanted to be extra clean when you lick my pussy."
"You look like you're twelve."
