Until finally he summoned up the strength to push her away from him, his penis pounding in his pants like a keg of gunpowder under an infrared lamp.

For a long moment father and daughter merely stood there staring at each other, unable to say anything, her eyes smokey and veiled. And then he whirled on his heel and pushed open the front door. In another moment he was down the steps and opening the door to their metallic bronze Cadillac.

Karen returned to the kitchen with her thoughts and loins in a turmoil. She had never come so sexually close to her father before. In that sudden moment of his departure before the front door, the pretty blonde thirteen year old seemed to have stepped up a step into an awkwardly different sort of world. Her burning young pussy was itching terribly around the desire-swollen lips, and she felt an intense urge to rub it with her middle finger till her belly exploded in fire. She moved her hips up and back as if to facilitate some sort of release against the flimsy nylon material of her panties, but this was no good. Finally, flipping her long platinum hair back over her shoulder, she sat down at the kitchen table and wagged her long tanned legs back and forth. This seemed to help a little bit, but not much.

"Your father go?" Georgia asked from the back door, where she was running her fingers through the thick fur at the base of the strange dog's neck.

"Y-Yes, Mother. Father's gone," she smiled prettily at her red-haired mother. "What shall we call him?"

"Call who, dear?"

"The dog, of course." Karen could feel the innervating sensuality her father had aroused slowly subside as she struggled to change the subject. Now there was just the vaguest warm wet feeling between her legs.

And on the back steps, Georgia felt suddenly silly standing there clucking and cooing over a mangy strange dog. But he was kind of cute, the way he pressed his head up against her legs – it felt so nice and cozy, somehow, all that cool, sleek fur. Occasionally he glanced up at her with those beautiful soft eyes of his and she got the most pleasant sensualizing shock from it. She didn't know quite what to make of him at all, but the fact that she and Howard hadn't had a really good fuck in a dog's age had something to do with it, she supposed.