…trip to Rome…

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…he just couldn’t move his eyes away from her…

…she must have long since got aware of it… has she…? …hmmm… this sight of her alluringly innocent young body… these luscious, womanly curves… these angelic blond hair… this creamy, fragrant skin…

…what the hell was going on with him… she was his daughter, after all…

…both he and his baby girl had been looking forward to their trip to Rome so much… their annual father daughter yourney… like every year… yet so different to the previous years… very different… all of a sudden she’d become a real woman… or rather still his sweet little baby in the body of a real bombshell… from his fatherly point of view… even though not so fatherly, actually…

…she was cheerful and playful like mad… as she was every year during their trip… they didn’t see each other often throughout the year, so there was a lot to be made good for…

…he would be woken up on their first morning in Rome by a wild pillow fight… his rascal of a daughter had sneaked into his hotel room and taken her snoring daddy by surprise… he’d got a raging erection instantaneously when his daughter had mounted him triumphantly… as if by accident rubbing her panty-clad pussy on his rock-hard cock… she must have noticed… and maybe appreciated it secretly… what a healthy and viril man her daddy was… his imagination running wilder and wilder…

…the first day had been wonderful… he’d shown her the Colosseum and the Forum Romanum… she hadn’t left out any chance to snuggle close to him during the several breaks they made while doing their sightseeing program… chatting a lot… laughing… making jokes all over the place… she was irresistably youthful and sweet… he felt a feeling grow deep inside his soul he had long since believed to be overcome and extinct… a feeling that deeply unsettled and confused him…

…he was falling in love with his own daughter…

 …in the evening another surprise… a hot-cheeked young lady standing in his room… her nakedness only being covered by a towel… there were problems with the warm water in her room… that’s Italy… the everyday chaos… one just had to love it… or get nuts…

…so she wanted to use his bathroom… of course she could… then there was a shout coming from the bath …what is it, baby…? …she wanted him to come over… scrub her back… she obviously was highly affactionate… needing her father’s tenderness all the time… hmmm… that feels so good, daddy… harder, daddy… but then… daddy… my tits, too… massage my tits, please… I want to feel my daddy’s strong hands…

…it was when they kissed deeply for the first time…

…thanks to the Italian everyday chaos…

…as from that point it seemed only a question of time… until it would happen… that was what he hoped for, at least… deep inside his abysmal, unfatherly mind… but then… they’d had a romantic dinner at a marvellous restaurant above the Spanish Steps… both her and his mind being a bit dazed by the deliscious red wine…

…he’d tried to get some sleep when lying in his hotel bed later… in vain… his thoughts surrounding the one thing… he wanted her… but how could he do…? …but…

…a knock on the door…

…daddy…? …can’t you sleep, too…? …the heat is killing me, daddy… guess my air conditioning has fallen out of order… can I sleep in your bed, daddy…? …please… I’ll be a good girl…

…oh yes, she was… he couldn’t remember afterwards how often she’d made him cum in her tight young pussy…

…again and again…

…thanks to the wonderful Italian everyday chaos…

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