She parted her robe and looked down at her body. Her legs were still very long, still very creamy and satiny smooth. The blonde hair on her pussy was a bit darker than her head, forming a lovely triangle, thick toward the center, thinner as it spread toward her hips. Her stomach was just as flat as it had been years ago, her waist narrow. She had a deeply dimpled belly button, a belly button that had been filled with come-juice often by her father after the first incident.

She gazed down her body remembering once more how her father had always come into the bathroom when she was there, never saying a word, but taking his cock out and jacking off before her, while she finger-fucked herself with vigorous strokes. She always came at least twice, often three times, to her father's single discharge.

The second time he had come to her was the following night. Wendy had made sure her father knew where she was going by giving him a hot glance, then a slight twist of her little ass. When he came to her, she was naked and standing in the stall, the curtains open, waiting breathlessly. Her father had entered, closing the door, and looked at her beautiful young nakedness, opening his pants. He had pulled out his cock, and while Wendy stared at its swelling cock, he lowered his pants to his ankles. His heavy, hairy balls fascinated her. She longed to feel them, to cuddle them and squeeze. But she never touched his balls or his cock, not in those first days.

She had opened her legs wantonly and played with her pussy while he stood before her, watching, jacking off as he had the night before. He pushed the wet slit of his cock to her belly button, and worked his fist back and forth. Wendy could see her father's balls swing back and forth as he jerked his cock, and now and then they would brush the bact of her hand as she rammed her fingers into her cunt. Wendy experience two very strong orgasms that night before her father came, holding the slit of his cock into her belly button. The creamy liquids of his cock spurted into her belly button, coming until her stomach was drenched by come juice, and it ran to her pussy. Wendy had peeled the lips of her smooth cunt open as much as possible, feeling her father's come-juice run over her hard, throbbing clit and hand.