And she kept complaining about his taking the damn pictures. Alice would have been surprised if she knew what kind of pictures Ron had in mind for her. She loved being treated roughly and he was going to get rougher.

Ron parked his car in the driveway and frowned at the lights on in his studio. He could have sworn that he turned those lights off. He must have been a little more shaken after Alice than he had realized. The bitch could really shake her ass when she started trying.

Ron got out of his car and walked up to the door. He started to reach in and turn off the lights. He froze. At first he didn't recognize the girl on his cushions. He saw long, shapely legs and a mass of golden hair. The young girl had her skirt bunched up around her waist and her fingers were busy in her pussy.

Then he recognized his daughter.

He didn't move. He didn't feel upset. Oddly, he enjoyed standing there watching her. He had been pretty well fucked that evening, but he could feel his prick getting hard as he watched his daughter. He had always known that his daughter had a good-looking body, but he had never thought she was the hot blooded type. He had always thought that Linda was a lot like her mother.

Now he knew that Linda was a little more like him.

He didn't move as Linda worked herself to a feverish climax. He heard her moaning; her fingers worked quickly as he saw her slowly start relaxing. He wished he had his camera. He would have loved to take a few pictures.

She looked up and saw Ron and he saw her face turn pale. She tried to say something as she frantically tried to pull up her panties. He told himself that was the best thing for her to do. And yet he found himself walking over to her and kneeling down beside her. He caught her hands before she could pull her panties up all the way.

"What are you doing, Daddy," she said. "I'm sorry. I don't know what to say. I'm going in now."