Chapter 7

My daughter is now sixteen years old

In the past five years, my daughter has given me too much, and she even gave me everything about women without reservation. It can be said that her entire middle school stage is a process of transformation of women. Not only did she give my father's daughter deep love, but she also had more love to her wife. When she was about to live in school, her mother went to school to get married with the teacher in order to allow me to live a man's life normally, and finally let her daughter go to school and say selfish words. All this is actually for me to be with my daughter at night and enjoy what my wife can't give me.

I never said anything about all my wife did. Sometimes I saw my wife traveling to school a few times, and I felt sorry for her. I once said to my wife, forget it.

My wife looked at me with apologies and wanted her to come back to sleep. It was not far away. These teachers were really saying that students should live in the school uniformly. I'll try again.

I had that relationship with my daughter, and I was thinking about it. Seeing my wife's persistence, I could not bear to go against her intentions.

A few days later, my wife finally smiled and said to me, OK, OK

She wiped her face with satisfaction, and the teacher agreed

I don't know what she said to the teacher, and I don't want to pursue it, but I deeply understand my wife's heart

My daughter, who had been away for a few days, came back again. Her classmates sent me a message asking me to bring the bedding. When I rode my bicycle, it was time for dinner. The girls in the dormitory looked at me and chattered. In a few days, my daughter became familiar with their classmates.

That's your dad?

A few older girls gathered together to ask their daughter. The daughter looked at me and nodded. At that moment, it seemed like I was a thief and they saw through my mind. When moving the car, they were touched by the handlebars. Several girls laughed quietly, smiling naively. It was a torture in my ears. If it weren't for my selfishness and vulgarity, my daughter should really be in this environment, but I still couldn't let her go.

When my wife was waiting for me in the yard and helped me with the car, she asked casually, "Do you want to live back?"

I forgot when I arrived. I didn't ask my daughter about this question in a hurry. I held the quilt and looked at my wife hesitantly.

Put it on the bed

I know the bed she mentioned is the only big bed in our house

Let's put it on the small kang

I said, if my daughter doesn't want to

Put it on the bed, there is a table in our room, she can do her homework there tonight

My wife's reason is very pertinent, and she gave me some face

Looking at my daughter's quilt next to our couple's big quilt, I don't know what it feels like. Could it be that my daughter will sleep with us from now on?

As a father, I can really sleep with my daughter?

That afternoon, I went around the field. To be honest, I had reached this point and my mood was not clear. On the one hand, my ethics and morals restrained me. I knew that this was a disgusting person. On the other hand, I felt a eager expectation and deep love.

With my daughter, the pleasure of breaking through the taboos of restraint always stirs the blood in her body. No wonder people talk about this incident with relish.

After walking around the field for a few times, it became dark. The evening breeze in the fields was a little cold. I subconsciously wrapped my clothes tightly.

When I was approaching the village head, I heard a few squeaks of dogs. I knew from my intuition what happened. The mischievous scene when I was a child came up again, and I curiously accelerated my pace.

There are two dogs, one big and one small, and I recognized that the yellow puppy was from the neighbor's house, while the one riding was from my daughter's uncle. It can be said that every dog ​​in the village is the descendant of this big dog. It is already a grandmother in the village, but today it was born in the original past. I didn't go into this matter in the past, but today I noticed this detail for some reason. Maybe it was to find a suitable reason for my behavior.

But they are animals after all, and animals can be raped by mother and son, father and daughter, and what about me?

Thinking of this, I couldn't help but laugh. Is my daughter back?

When I thought of my daughter and the three of them tonight, my bottom suddenly stood up again

I picked up a stone beside me, aimed at them and threw it over. I didn't really want to hit me, but to see their next move. The little yellow dog lying on my mother's back slid down in order to avoid it, and it turned out that my body, which was in the same direction as my mother, had to turn her back to her back to her back in order to avoid it.

I stomped my feet again in a prank, and the bitch rushed forward and pulled the little yellow dog backward, but it was always inseparable from the posture of intercourse.

The bitch buzzed and looked back at the direction where I stood, her eyes full of begging and grievances

It was that vision that made me no longer bear to continue, or let them continue to love without interference

I pulled my feet toward the village

What would happen if our father and daughter were exposed?

I dare not think about it carefully, but the dog's posture made me think about it. I have been with my daughter many times. In order to avoid her mother discovering it, it is just a traditional style and I have never dared to go through it in a fancy way. Can I let my daughter lie down tonight, from behind...

Then her mother will see clearly

When I got home, it was already the time to light the lights. My wife lay on the wall of the pigpen, calling for feeding. When she saw me coming back, she smiled at me, where did she go?

Go outside for a walk

uncomfortable?

No Ah

Hehe, my daughter is back and said she has homework to do. She is studying. Why don’t you go over and take a look? After that, she still lay down in the pig trough and pounded

The lights in the main hall were dim, and the table was filled with served food waiting for me to come back. There was a habit in the countryside that the male owner would not eat first if he didn't go home.

I turned my head to look at my daughter at the table. She was sitting there holding a pen, holding her cheeks with one hand and pondering. She was very moved in my eyes. I remember a poem that was filled with fragrance and sorrow in spring. I wonder if my daughter had the feeling of thinking about spring at this time?

This scene happened to the girl I had a crush on when I was in middle school. It happened to me after more than ten years.

Come back, my daughter, I asked with a complicated mood

Yes, my daughter agreed and turned around and smiled at me

I looked at the movement outside the door and really wanted to go over and hug her, but I was afraid that my daughter would think of me as badly. After all, it was my own biological daughter. If I was anxious to do that with her, what would my daughter think of me?

Besides, her mother would be uncomfortable. Although she always matched up with the good things of our father and daughter, she was a wife after all.

Thinking of this, I put my heart down on my eagerness to try

Are you hungry? Just have a meal first

I don't know when my wife came in from outside, so I quickly took my heart back

My wife has served the meal and turned around to greet her daughter. Tingting, let’s study after dinner.

Look at my daughter who seemed lazy. She walked to the table and looked at me.

Just sit with dad. My daughter sat down with a squeezingly. Maybe she knew the purpose of her mother asking her to come back to live, so she felt unnatural.

Where to sit is different, I picked up the bowl and took a bite of rice

Let her sit there, all of her daughters belong to her dad

My wife took the opportunity to tease her to ease the atmosphere

At this time, as a father, I felt very upset, one side was my own daughter and the other side was my wife. Do you really want me to have my daughter tonight?

Judging from my wife's behavior, it seems like she is pimping, which makes me feel uncomfortable

My wife kept encouraging her daughter to pick up food in my bowl, so I stopped dodging and picked up chopsticks for her daughter from time to time.

After dinner, my daughter was still sitting at the table to do homework, but my wife laughed and washed dishes and tidied up housework. Before leaving, she gave me a look. I smiled and said nothing

The yard is very quiet, the chickens make bulging sounds in the shed, and even the hens are swaying with their wings to protect the chicks. Occasionally, sparrows are entering and exiting the eaves, all of which indicate the warmth of the home.

I looked up at my daughter's room. Under the dim light, she was her quiet and bright figure. I don't know what kind of upside down will happen with my daughter tonight. Could it be that such a pure daughter would be pressed under me and do evil things?

The wind blew through a corner of the broken wall, making my irritable heart feel a little clear. My daughter just raised her head and flipped through the pages of the book. Her handsome face showed an innocent smile, which made my heart struggle on the edge of morality.

What are you doing when my wife stands behind me, go in

The struggled heart was suddenly resolved by his wife's smile

Not finished yet?

Not yet, my daughter didn't raise her head, and she carefully outlined and drew in the book

Come on, eat something. My wife took out a cut watermelon from behind and handed it over

I don't eat it at this time, I'm really in a mood

Have something, my wife begged again and handed it over, but I didn't answer

Tingting, send it to dad

Tingting obediently put down her pen, picked up the watermelon and walked in front of me

I leaned back awkwardly, you can eat

Seeing me like this, my wife encouraged her daughter to lean forward and pushed her daughter on me.

Tingting couldn't stand and fell in my arms

Let's see how much your daughter kisses you, and I'll give it to my father.

At this time, my daughter had already been stuck between my legs

But because I was sitting on the bed, my daughter was short and couldn't reach my mouth

My wife said, "Silly Daughter, you won't ride on your father's legs."

I suddenly got excited after hearing this

My daughter was so restrained that she wanted to step on her legs, but she was embarrassed that her wife came over and helped her

The wife's low voice was pressed against her daughter's ear, feeding her father and using her mouth

Tingting really shyed at this time and lowered her head shyly

Unexpectedly, my wife kidnapped her

What are you afraid of, you are not an outsider

As I said that, I threw another eyebrow and grabbed my hand, come and hugged my daughter, so I hugged my daughter's waist and sat on my legs

It’s not easy for dad to raise you, come and feed you

My daughter didn't say anything at this time, and brought it over with a watermelon mouth. I couldn't help but meet it and caught it. My heart was still beating, but there was a numbness trembling on the tip of my heart. This was like the bride and groom game in the wedding chamber.

You eat, I will cut it off for you again. My wife lowered her head and walked out. I am really grateful to her. Every time she comes, she leaves at the right time to avoid being embarrassed.

Looking at the mouth that my daughter sent over again, I could no longer hide it. I hugged my daughter's neck with one hand. My daughter smiled and dodged me, but I hugged her again forcibly. After taking it from mouth to mouth, I didn't even chew it, so I directly penetrated into my daughter's mouth.

Dad... The daughter cried out with infinite shyness in her eyebrows

I kissed my daughter with rapid breathing, and my hands slid down my daughter's waist with both hands

Dad... My daughter twisted her waist and seemed to be trying to break free, but I untie her belt. Tingting, give it to Dad. My daughter didn't say anything, so I took this opportunity to grab my daughter's underwear.

Let Dad touch me. I chewed the watermelon in my mouth, swallowed it, looked at my daughter's face with a smile, and slowly slid in. Do you like Dad?

My daughter's little mouth was pouting high, and her black eyes stared at me

Do you like it? I touched my daughter's furry soft hair and deliberately fiddled with her hands there.

Tingting hugged my neck, moved her body on my legs forward, and raised her mouth and sent it over. I like it...! The accent she made told me that my daughter really likes me

Bad dad! You won't let him go to school

I tugged in with excitement and felt my daughter's long soft labia and huge vagina

Sucked mouth to mouth, my daughter let me kiss me wildly

My hands gradually felt flesh and plump from the slight rise of the chrysanthemum. The shallow vaginal bed was wet, and I touched my daughter's suction cup back and forth.

My daughter's legs gradually became energetic, her thighs were obviously tightened, and she was pinched from time to time, making unclear sounds in her mouth. I know that women will definitely not be able to suppress them at this time.

My kissing mouth suddenly broke free from my daughter's shackles. Tingting seemed not used to it. Her wide mouth lost her support, so she had to raise her face and breathe heavily.

I already wanted to explore deeper in my consciousness. Although my daughter's secret is no longer a secret to me, it still fascinated me when I developed it. I couldn't help but tear her chest open. A pair of snow-white and dazzling pepper breasts attracted me. I instinctively held it instinctively, sucked it desperately, and bit my daughter's chest.

Dad-Dad- My daughter was completely collapsed, her hair was scattered, her hands seemed to grab my head, but she hugged my neck tightly

I couldn't help but hold my own daughter's nipples in her chest. I couldn't help but lick, suck and suck turned into bites. My teeth were tightly biting her bright red particles, and my hands sucked into her hole brutally

Ah...Dad, it hurts! My daughter bit her lips and held my face

I let go, but my daughter blocked my lips. She was exploring on my mouth, but I was exploring under her

The father and daughter forgot time and space, identity, and individual existence

Just as I was fumbled to take off my daughter's underwear step by step, freeing up my hand and taking off my underwear, the scene of dog mating at night suddenly popped up in my mind

I turned over and pressed my daughter down on my legs, and let her kneel down and learn to be a dog. I couldn't help but want to see what the picture of her daughter was like at this time?

Oh my God!

The snow-white and round buttocks are full of flesh, extending from the asshole to the navel, and a few pubic hairs suddenly become more and more obscene

I felt the blood rushing to the top of my head, and the Adam's apple moved quickly. My hand was unconsciously inserted under my daughter's navel and touched the hidden other end. I quickly stood up, just as I stepped on my daughter's plump buttocks and wanted to insert it in a dog's posture.

A loud bang made my mind numb. My daughter and I were both shocked and changed their posture like a terrifying wave.

What's wrong? What's wrong? The wife hurriedly came in from outside. With a meow, a cat jumped out of the bed from the windowsill and ran away quickly

Embarrassment and shame made us father and daughter unable to raise our heads, and there were traces of love on our naked bodies. The wife tried her best to save the scene just now, but time was gone. She scolded fiercely, "Die cat, no food for food."

Grab a broom and chase it out

I looked at my daughter wearing clothes reluctantly, and the thing that my daughter was kneeling on her knees was always shaking in front of me.