That was the end of the conversation. We went on like normal, pretending it hadn't happened, but every time I saw my daughter smile, I thought of my c**k sliding between those lips. When I saw her cleavage, I remembered her perky t**s and perfect little n*****s. And how could I stop from remembering that beautiful p***y hidden behind those panties. I admit it. I began m**********g thinking about it. Unfortunately, it just got worse from there. It was a few weeks later, another Sunday, when she dropped the news on me. I should have seen it coming the moment she told me we were having steak for dinner.
"Daddy," she said, "I have a favor to ask."
"What?" I said, gulping.
She looked down. "I have another video to show you."
"No, Heather, no."
She bit her lip. "Daddy, I couldn't help it. W
