Sabrina grinned back and returned her attention to the food cooking on the stove. She missed it when the grin abruptly disappeared from her father's face and he stared at her t**s so prominently displayed beneath her thin t-shirt. Phil was shaken. It wasn't just that his daughter's breasts were clearly visible through the fabric—he easily recognized the t-shirt as one she wore all the time.
This salacious display had been going on for a long time and he had completely failed to notice it. He knew right away he was in trouble. How on earth was he going to keep from staring at those amazing t**s? He managed to return his gaze to her face before she could catch him ogling her, but then he felt his c**k hardening. He was recalling his dream from earlier, when he had been feeding his c**k into
