Suddenly, my daughter's foot stopped moving. It was still pressed firmly against my c**k, but it had fallen down and then didn't rise again. Confusion roiled within me. What happened? Did she realize I was about to have an orgasm, so she stopped? Because she knew it was wrong to get her dad off? Oh f**k. Shaking my head to try to clear away the haze of arousal, I looked across the couch at Olivia's face.
Oh. She was sound asleep, snoring softly. Well f**k me dead.
Slowly lowering my head until I was staring directly at my crotch and how her foot was resting against it, I had a moment of weakness where I considered rolling my hips forward and grinding myself against her. What would it hurt? I could get myself off in less than a minute, I was sure. And she would never even know. But s**t.
