Amber threw back the covers and jumped out of bed. He watched her sweet, curvy ass, as she bounded over to the wardrobe and pulled out a bag. She rummaged around inside it and fished out what looked like a small purse. She turned round and jumped back on to the bed. From within the purse, she took out a cigarette lighter and a neatly rolled spliff.
"What is that, young lady?" He asked, his voice getting stern.
"What do you think it is?" She said, dumbfounded. "What, you're going to tell me off for smoking weed? Jesus Christ, Dad, you and I just had s*x. But you're going to lose your s**t over this? Your parental standards are sincerely fucked."
"Well, yeah, I suppose if you're going to put it like that..."
"Let's get baked. And then we can screw some more. I get even hornier than usual
