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Robert Staton was home now, after a long week of hard work it seemed a fair reward to just sit on his big and comfortable arm chair, in front of his TV, enjoying a drink and the company of his daughter.
The man always got home tired, he had been overworking for years. As strange as it seems the exhaustion had helped him relax since his wife left home with his former best friend. He never seen them both since then, he only knew they were somewhere in the north. Now he lives for his work and his only daughter Catharine.
Cathy is his treasure! For years he tried to rise her with dignity and love. For all his caring efforts he was rewarded with her respect and true adoration, they got along very well, but he knew his attention wasn't enough for her.
She's eighteen now, he always said to himself she was in the "hormone controlled years" as he called it. But it wasn't only that. Cathy had been an early bloomer, since she was twelve she had sported nice breasts and womanly curves, at fourteen she already was a knockout and now, in her late teen years, she was just perfect!
But even if her beauty made him proud he could see her using it to draw attention since her early teen years. Specially male attention. Robert always wanted to speak to her about it, it was a father's responsibility, but he just wasn't good at it.
Hell! It was her mother's duty to do it! And she run away!
He never had the nerves to talk seriously about this subject with her, and in the last years he saw his little princess using more revealing clothes and acting in very provocative ways, showing her incredibly sexy body to great effect. Even home she used sheer tops and cut off shorts and he, involuntarily at first, saw lots of his daughter's flesh.
She still treated him like her loved father, kissing and hugging him, even sitting on his lap, something she's been doing even now, in her late teen years. She always wore sexy outfits, short skirts, cut off tops, see-through clothes, etc, and sometimes he couldn't help but stare at her beauty.
He occasionally had sex with women, but had never had a steady relationship since that evil day when his wife disappeared, and lately he had only lived for work and house, forgetting that he was a well kept and handsome, if a little plump, man in his early fifties.
His daughter's hugs, kisses and caresses were starting to have an unexpected effect on him. Last month he felt his dick hardening as she watched TV on his lap, her full round butt brushing his swelling cock and her arched back causing the tank top to lay open to his eyes, her upward pointing and large bosom mouthwateringly close to him.
