In the meantime Howard got up grumpily, finished off the last of his coffee and went into the hall to get his jacket. "I'll probably be home late tonight," he called back to them.

Georgia didn't appear to notice. She was busily opening the back door in order to set out the plate for their unkempt visitor. The rough-looking German shepherd glanced up at her, then quickly set to wolfing down the meat.

Karen got up to see her father to the front door, however. She followed him all the way, and then threw her arms around his neck as he opened the door, murmuring, "Oh, Daddy, have a nice day."

It was a fairly safe thrill to press her young full body against his in this way, as her mother couldn't see them. And even Howard let down his guard long enough to close his eyes and run his hands achingly across his teenage daughter's back. He could smell her deliciously fresh scent of youth, and feel all of her voluptuous long-legged slenderness pressing every other point on his body at once. She was warm silken cushions of sensuality and loveliness. Her curves were so warm and full in all the right areas… his head fairly swam and his cock began throbbing mightily.

And it was all so harmless. Only he himself knew, and Georgia couldn't see them. Karen, of course, was too innocent to realize how she affected him.

Or so he thought. Not realizing at all that his daughter understood very well what that hard, hot bulge was pressing upward between the snug juncture of her virginal thighs. She rubbed her pubic triangle shamelessly against his thigh, feeling herself becoming deliciously turned on from the massive feel of his leg frictioning her cuntal region. She hugged him more snugly, and kissed his soft cheek again, more wetly now, partly with a sigh…