"Oh sweetie, it's hard for me, too," James said, "I mean, to stop in the middle like this is very painful for Daddy." James pointed down at this c**k, still hard and throbbing under the steering wheel. "But we have to do what's best for both of us, right? Like the doctor said: little steps."
Molly sighed and sat up. She started to reach for her jeans. Her father reached down to his fly. Molly felt sad, watching that perfect p***s be put away. And despite the emotion of everything, the disappointment, she couldn't help but also feel the echoes of that driving need in her p***y. She was going to have rub one out, hard, when they got back to the house.
"Daddy, wait," Molly said. James froze mid-zip. "When you get home, what are you going to do?"
"I don't understand what you mean, honey," J
