Finally he stopped jacking off and stood there, panting, his chest heaving.

A really strange look came over his face, like a gleeful fiend satisfied by some sin.

Ginny guessed that he figured it was naughty to cum in his little girl's undies – and that he was all the more satisfied because it was so depraved. She felt much the same way as she finished off her pussy rubbing and kept her eyes glued to his groin.

Her hands massaged and she jerked her hips and churned her ass, working of the final sweet spasms.

She has to lean against the closet wall or support, her legs turned to water.

She supposed that her daddy would leave her bedroom now – and she was really looking forward to a chance to lap his fuck-juice out of her drenched panties. She had loved licking, it up earlier, before she had identified the supplier – and how much more satisfying it would be now that she knew that it was her daddy's jizz and the new load was still fresh and hot!

But he was just standing there, recovering from his exertions, her cum-filled bikinis still festooning his prick. Ginny licked her cummy fingers, tasting her own pussy cream as a sort of appetizer as she waited for the main course of her father's fuck-juice served on a panty platter.

Then Mike unpeeled the soaking panties from his prick, drawing it off like a rubber. He gazed at the sodden undies, grinning. Then he looked down at his cock, where his daughter was also concentrating her gaze.

His balls had collapsed as if they'd had a blow-out but his prick was still standing, angled up before him, the purple knob extended almost as high as his breastbone. His cockhead was all slathered with cum. It looked like a fat purple plum drenched in whipped cream. Ribbons of the slimy stuff were slowly unwinding down his cockshaft and dripping onto his balls, as if returning to the source.