"Honey, it's almost seven o'clock," William said, in his soft, shy voice. "I thought you said you had a date tonight."

"I do, Daddy." Tammy wiggled her nose vixenishly. "I'm just making him wait a little, that's all."

Her father fell silent, but he didn't leave the bathroom. Instead, he moved closer to the tub and stood silently watching his stacked young daughter, naked in the tub. Tammy saw his eyes roam over her full, D-cup tits, down her slender waist, to the grotto of her hairy, wet cunt.

Tammy looked boldly up at her father and again draped her slender leg over the side, of the bathtub. Without taking her eyes from him she again began to finger-fuck her pussy, wiggling her ass as she pumped a slim finger in and out of her cunt.

"Daddy, did you know who I was going out with tonight?"

Her father shook his head with a slightly pained expression. A long lump swelled the crotch of his khaki slacks.

"Mr. Jackson, Daddy. Remember? I used to baby-sit for him all the time." Tammy watched her father's eyes and started to beat off faster, humping her ass in the water, slipping a second finger into her pussy. "Daddy, do you know what I'm going to do with Mr. Jackson tonight?"

Her father's expression was anguished now as he nodded. Tammy knew she was torturing him. She loved teasing her father.

"I'm going to fuck the hell out of him, Daddy," she confessed huskily. "I used to fuck him all the time when I was sitting for him. He'd leave with his wife, but then he'd leave the party early so he could come home and give me a good fucking while his kids were asleep. Once one of his little boys came out and saw us. Frank got so turned on then, he just exploded in my pussy. What do you think of that, Daddy?"