Daughter unhappy about widowed father dating
One thing led to another and I gave him a blow job.
He wanted to fuck me, but I was afraid of getting pregnant.
I continued to live with dad after mom died a few months ago.
I encouraged him to go out, make friends, and date.
My mother and father named me Diane when I was born and I grew up in a very loving family.
We were happy most of the time, but when there was sadness, we consoled each other and did whatever we could to support each other.
Dad did go out on a date a few times, but he seemed unhappy. My relationship with him became sexual after we had dated three times.His big cock seemed to get bigger as he was building up to blast in me. Bill and I were fairly matched in our sex desires, but, I didn’t know anything about dad. I want to please you and make you feel like living again.He yelled as he filled my pussy with a large amount of cum. If I could have sex with my brother and his wife, what’s wrong by having sex with my loving dad? It worries me when you said you wanted to die.” “I didn’t really mean that. Diane, I want to see you get married and give me grandchildren.” “I think I can help you enjoy living, Dad. You have raised me with loving care and always looked out for my welfare.Now I was cuddling his head against more of my skin.I felt his nose touching one of my nipples, then realized I had completely exposed my breasts.