My daughter batted her eyelashes at me and asked again in her most pleading voice:
"Pleaase, Daddy? It would be just like when I was younger!"
Oh, no it wouldn't, I thought to myself. She wanted to have a slumber party this weekend with a few of her friends from school. Difference was, she was now a senior in high school and her and her friends weren't quite as innocent as they were "when she was younger".
It was hard enough for me when she brought her friends home from school in their low rise jeans and tight halter tops, the way they'd smile and give me a hug as they said hi to me. I usually ended up in my bedroom, masturbating to thoughts of my daughter and her friends in various states of undress. The thought of all of them half dressed in my living room was almost too much for me.
It might not have been so difficult for me if my daughter's breasts weren't so big. But after a late start, she had blossomed in the past year to at least a D cup. It was difficult not to look at her, especially after my wife left us a year ago.
But my daughter was persistent and finally I caved.
"Allright sweetheart, you can have them over on Friday. But no drinking, OK?"
I came home from work on Friday and heard my daughter talking excitedly on the phone. Her friends were due to arrive soon....
OOC: Need the daughter and two or three of her friends. Also, another guy can be added, maybe one of the girl's boyfriends or something.
"Pleaase, Daddy? It would be just like when I was younger!"
Oh, no it wouldn't, I thought to myself. She wanted to have a slumber party this weekend with a few of her friends from school. Difference was, she was now a senior in high school and her and her friends weren't quite as innocent as they were "when she was younger".
It was hard enough for me when she brought her friends home from school in their low rise jeans and tight halter tops, the way they'd smile and give me a hug as they said hi to me. I usually ended up in my bedroom, masturbating to thoughts of my daughter and her friends in various states of undress. The thought of all of them half dressed in my living room was almost too much for me.
It might not have been so difficult for me if my daughter's breasts weren't so big. But after a late start, she had blossomed in the past year to at least a D cup. It was difficult not to look at her, especially after my wife left us a year ago.
But my daughter was persistent and finally I caved.
"Allright sweetheart, you can have them over on Friday. But no drinking, OK?"
I came home from work on Friday and heard my daughter talking excitedly on the phone. Her friends were due to arrive soon....
OOC: Need the daughter and two or three of her friends. Also, another guy can be added, maybe one of the girl's boyfriends or something.