Taboo Heat: Tales Too Hot To Handle
She leaned on the doorframe.
"Sam go to bed?"
"Yes, said she was beat. She won't be seen until morning."
Ashley bit her lip, her fingers toying with the hem of that tee shirt. I smiled and made no attempt to cover my growing bulge. Ashley pulled the tee shirt up, slowly exposing herself to her father. I'd seen her today, but it was rushed. Inch-by-inch her flawless skin was exposed, her thighs and then her shaved vagina, so smooth, just a tight line. Now, her taut belly with the hints of a six-pack from all that volleyball, and the defined V of her abdomen. The fabric covering her face as if to give tacit permission to gape at my offspring's delicious body.