"Cat," Don said sternly, "Enough of that. I'm sure Sue isn't all that interested in hearing of such things."

"But I am, Daddy!" she said brightly.

He swatted her bottom with the flat of his hand. "None of that! And the way you're dressed – if you can call it dressed. I've seen more cloth in a Boy Scout merit badge than you're wearing."

"What's wrong with it, Daddy?" she said innocently, looking down at her skimpy garb.

Don swallowed hard as he looked at his daughter's clothing. The bandanna halter top left very little to the imagination. The bulge of her tits came pushing up and over the top of the cloth. The milky-white expanse was enough to make his mouth water. And the tiny buttons pressing into the cloth showed her boobs definitely had nipples.

But the bare midriff and the skin-tight shorts were what made his cock hard just looking at her. The white shorts left absolutely nothing to the imagination. They were so tight he could even see the cleft of her cunt through them.

He had to admit she had nice legs. Damned good ones. Long, sleek, well tapered. And the comment that had been made about having them whipped around your waist and having her pull your cock firmly into that tight little cunt… Don's erection was apparent.

Cat reached over and gently petted it. "Hmmm, looks like something's out of control there. Want me to do something about it?"

Don was afraid Cat would suck him off right there in front of his own daughter. She WAS absolutely shameless when it came to sex. Anything, any time was her motto. It didn't matter how many, either. One evening, she had pulled a train fifteen men long, left them all exhausted and was begging for more.

"Not now, damn it."

"But later?" she pressed.

"Sure. I wouldn't pass up the opportunity. Never have, never will. You know that."

"And how! You're one of the best, Don. But say, why don't I show Susan around the place and let you get back to work for a while? It looks like a couple orders have come in."