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she
fantasize about being raped by a gang of boys, or seduced by a teacher?  Does
she fantasize about women?  She hardly ever goes on dates.  Is she a lesbian? 
I wouldn’t mind if she were.  I’d almost rather she were then to know that some
creep is porking my little girl!
     
    His
eyes focused on something hanging on the doorknob of her closet.  Her
swimsuit!  He rose and pulled his boxers up, but let his shorts fall to the
floor.  The bikini top and bottom were still damp.  He held the top to his
face, sniffing the inside of the cups.  It was a chlorine smell, mostly, but
something else as well.  Sun tan lotion, but something else.  Yes, it was her,
her own scent, it was there.  He returned the top to the door knob and grabbed
the bottom.  The Holy Grail!  Reverently, he stretched the panties before him,
closed his eyes, and inhaled.  He sniffed every inch before he came to the
reinforced section of the crotch.  His mind raced, analyzing the mixture of
aromas.  Chlorine, very little lotion, a hint of sweat, and a slightly acrid,
tangy smell; her essence!
     
    He
put the material in his mouth, and sucked at the moisture.  His hand reached
for his cock.  It was oozing copious amounts of pre-cum fluid, and his cock was
soon gliding with the slippery substance.  He was close.  He opened his eyes
and saw the racks of clothes hanging in her closet:  sweaters, blouses, the
dresses, and stockings.  A stream of images rushed through his mind:  Cameron
crossing her legs in this skirt; bending over in those tight, denim shorts;
cleavage peeking between the buttons of that blouse.  It all overwhelmed him
and he started to come.  He held the bikini bottom to his dick, pumping spurt
after spurt of semen into the panties, rubbing and smearing the cummed on
bikini around his cock.  His knees trembled, and he fell against the closet
wall, breathing heavily, his temples throbbing with blood.
     
    Recovering,
he grabbed the top from the door.  He’d have to wash these.  Looking around the
room, he spotted the laundry hamper.  He opened the lid and saw it was full of
other clothes he could add to the load.  Lying on top of the heap were several
bras and panties. He felt his cock surge.  It was if he’d discovered a treasure
chest filled with artifacts which had graced Cameron’s most intimate places. 
He snatched up the hamper and tip-toed out of her room.
     
    As
Cameron recovered from her orgasm, Tara snuggled up to her back.  Tara didn’t
have the heart to insist on reciprocation at just this moment, so she contented
herself with rubbing the strap-on against her own pussy.  The dildo was now
doubly slippery with both the lube and Cameron’s juices.
     
    “Wow,
you’ve really got it bad for your dad, don’t you?” she asked softly.
     
    Cameron’s
eyes opened wide.  “What are you talking about, Tara?”
     
    “You
called out ‘Daddy’ at least twice when you came.”
     
    “I
did not!” she protested indignantly.
     
    “Well,
maybe you didn’t want to, but you did.  I heard you!  It’s okay, Cam; if my dad
was as hot as yours, I’d want to fuck him, too.”
     
    Cameron
scooted away from Tara and stared straight ahead.  She was thankful that Tara
couldn’t see her face.  It was easier to deny an accusation than to look that
person in the eye, especially if what you said wasn’t true.
     
    Tara
put her hand on Cameron’s shoulder.  “Cam, we’re best friends.  We don’t keep
secrets from each other.  Even if one of us tries to, the other knows what’s
going on.”  Her voice was quiet and calm.  “I don’t judge you like some folks
would.  I support whatever you want to do.  I’ll even help you, if I can.”
     
    Cameron
turned around to face Tara, who continued.  “I understand why you’re
concerned.  Your dad was married to your mom for almost twenty years, right out
of high school.  She’s probably the only woman he ever loved.  And now that she
fucked