"Fuck, these are going to make some great pictures," Ron said.

Linda got a good look at Alice as Ron picked up his camera again. The beautiful redhead really did look like a cunt. Her face was dripping cam and her red hair was wet and sticky. Ron started clicking his camera again.

Linda couldn't watch anymore. She knew that she'd never forget it anyway. Every time she closed her eyes she would see her father's muscular body and his rigid prick shooting cum over Alice's face. Linda didn't know how long she stayed resting against the wall, but she couldn't move. Her knees felt weak and she knew she couldn't make the long walk back to the house.

She heard a door shut and everything went dark. She heard her father talking to Alice in a low voice. Then they were getting into his car and driving away. Linda wondered if they would fuck again before he took her home. Linda wondered if he would have a good explanation for her mother.

Linda waited until her father's car had pulled away. She walked around to the front of the studio. Her father had left the door open, so she knew he was planning to come back in just a little while. She remembered it was about a fifteen-minute ride to Alice's house. She stepped inside the studio and turned the light back on.

She had never been in her father's studio alone before. She walked to the cushions, which were still on the floor. She kneeled down. She put her fingers in a wet spot on one cushion. She knew it was her father's cum. It felt wet and sticky in her fingers. She brought her fingers to her cheek and rubbed.

"What's wrong with me?" she asked herself. "Oh, I've never felt like this before."

She knew she shouldn't, but she couldn't help herself. She settled down on the cushions in the same spot where the redhead had been lying and fucking her father. She ran her hands up under her skirt and touched her puffy cunt lips.