There she was stepping through the security gates of the terminal pink bag in hand. Veronica had been 18 when last I saw her and she sure had change. Her mother and I had gotten a divorce and she made some bogus claims about me molesting our daughter and my lawyer pretty much said if I did not role over I my life would be a waste land. So my wife got full custody and I got limited visitations and that only lasted about a year before she moved. With my wages taken by the state for child support and another chunk taken up by alimony I started my life of plodding along day by day drowning myself in work with little to show for it at the end of the day.
And now three years later my wife has a stroke and dies 2000 miles away from me. I still had her cover under my insurance so I have just made more money than I ever paid. All alimony and child support stop. And best of all I get my daughter back. Sometime fate is kind.
As she walks toward baggage claim I can not help but feel amazed at how beautiful she looks. Her long straight blonde hair cascades down her back just above her waist. Lips are lush and a wonderful shade of baby blue. I have never seen baby blue lip stick before but I must say it looked amazing. Five feet four inches, maybe 95 pounds, her breasts are quite petite maybe a B cup. She is wearing a pink t-shirt with the letter AF plastered all over it.
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Pink and black tiger striped tights, a short brown corduroy skirt and blue tennis shoes. I stand there completely amazed, mouth open, eyes bulging, awestruck. Finally I snap out of it as I hear her high pitched squeal of “DADDY”, realizing that this is my daughter that I have been taken to this state by. As she runs to me dropping her bag and leaps at me arms stretched out I brace myself for the impact but there does not seem to be any as she gracefully wraps herself around my entire body. I hug her and we begin to cry as she tells me she has missed me so much.
I let her down and we collect bags and head out to the Suburban with her holding my arm in a death grip the whole time.
The trip home was a blur as she went on about her dance and cheer. All I could do was try to keep my eyes on the rode as they kept being drawn to her legs covered in those hypnotic tights. One thing I did notice was that she spoke very little of her mother and I thought maybe she just did not want to deal with the grief yet. As we arrived home and unloaded she again attaches herself to my arm.
As soon as her bags were unloaded and the grand tour complete I went into the kitchen to start preparing some dinner. She went to shower and change and I told her dinner would be ready in about 30 minutes. After her shower she came in wearing a t-shirt that came just above her cute bottom. Again I had to check myself from staring.
Dinner was pleasant and I really got reacquainted with her life.
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I have a glass top table and as we were finishing dinner she shifted in her chair, I glanced down and started to choke. Right there in front of me was a beautiful clean shaven pussy with her the heel of her foot smash into it spreading the lips, at the top I could see her clit as it rested on her heal. As I turn red and try to breath through my choking she gets up and comes over to try and help me asking if I’m ok. I slowly recover trying to wrap my feeble brain around what is going on. Finally I’m able to function and get up realizing I now have a hard on that just will not go away. With shaking hands I start to clear the table and seeing how shaken I am she offers to finish clearing the table and do the dishes so that I can go sit in the living room to recover.
I sit on the couch and start flipping channels trying anything to take my mind off of my daughter. Groaning I wonder how to deal with the situation. I in my infinite wisdom decide to ignore it. As I sit there I hear her moving around in the kitchen and my mind is going a million miles a minute picturing what she looks like while she does the various activities, leaning across the table to collect the dishes, reaching above the sink for the detergent her t-shirt rising up, bending over putting each dish in the dishwasher exposing her gorgeous valley. By the time she finishes I am in worse shape then when I left the kitchen.
She comes in behind me on the couch, says that she’s done and is tired and will be heading for bed. Leaning over the back of the couch she gives me a little peck on the cheek, sending chills down my spine, and wishes me good night.
I sit there for several hours too afraid to move, having a hard on the whole time like the bad side effects of a Viagra commercial. I finally head to bed and relieve myself with images of my gorgeous little girl filling my fantasies.
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I cum harder than I have in ages and realizing that this had only been the first day of at least 2 more years, I fall asleep.
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