Angie was determined to seduce her new stepfather. She was unable to resist the urge to get Daddy Joe to fuck her. As the days passed she became more and more frustrated, obsessed with the idea.

Then one afternoon they were alone at last. Grace, Melanie and Dustin were in town and not expected to return until late. Joe was in the living room, drinking beer, resting up after a morning of fishing.

Angie prepared herself carefully. She put on the skimpiest bikini she owned and wiggled into the living room to begin her campaign on Joe.

The interest in his eyes was obvious. He ogled her body, sipping his beer and smiling.

"Do you think I'm pretty, Daddy Joe?"

Angie said.

Joe chuckled. "You're a knockout!"

"Really?"

"Really!"

She sat beside him on the living room sofa, batting her eyelashes and smiling, questioning him about fishing.

Joe was no fool. He knew that she was flirting with him and he didn't seem to mind at all. As he stared at her tits, she felt herself getting hot.

"Did you catch anything, Daddy Joe?" she purred.

"Not much, honey," he grunted.

She felt the cuntjuice flowing out of her pussy and wetting the tiny crotch of her bikini. She wondered if he could see the stain.

She trembled as she smiled at him. Her nipples tingled and her legs quivered. She sat with one leg up on the sofa, thighs open to expose her crotch.

"Do you think it's important for people to have good sex?" she asked.

Joe had already finished one six-pack of beer and he was a little bleary-eyed.

"Sure," he nodded. "Good sex is real important."