It was a female voice, but it wasn’t my daughter’s. Unsurprisingly, my protests had fallen on deaf ears, and so it was up to me and my wife’s Pomeranian to get the job done. Amateur porn I got out of bed, threw on a robe and stuck my head out the bedroom door. She was biting her lip and clenched her fists, fighting to keep off her orgasm as she watched me break down. My heart was pounding in my chest. But I couldn’t do it; my love for my daughter was still stronger than my lust for her friend. I replaced and painted damaged wood siding, fixed broken shingles and cleaned the gutters, gave the garden set a good cleaning and stored it together with the earthenware pots in the shed. It was a dangerous thought, and honestly, if I had managed to come up with a way to do it without messing Gemma up for life, I wouldn’t have hesitated another second. With a flash of panic, I realized that my daughter was now able to move without restrains, and if she were to look around, I would surely be discovered. Judging I had already had enough exercise for one day and therefore was allowed to forgo my weekly jog, I opted to have a cool beer instead, followed by a long
