It's Riley time...

"Sorry folks. I just got a text from Riley. She needs my help with something. Family first, you know."
Jack gives you a look as he pulls each girl close to him. "You sure, bro?"
"Yeah. Duty calls."
"Well, what a sweet guy you are, James! Going to help out your daughter!" Surprisingly, Ana doesn't sound sarcastic.
"Rain check, big guy." Lucy winks.
The two girls drag off Jack towards the door, and you try not to think about him plowing those two glorious asses. You'd always pegged Jack as a bit of a slimeball, but to actually see it go down.
Well, no sense highroading Jack when you're about to go fuck your own daughter.
You slam a shot of Jameson, appropriately enough, and head to the parking lot. You punch the address into the GPS of your phone, and turn the engine over. The purr and rumble compete with the first song that kicks on from your music player.
Everybody sees me, but its not that easy...
You roll out with a mixture of anticipation, excitement, shame, and fear. Just because you're going there, doesn't mean anything has to happen. Right?
WHY DON'T YOU COME OVER HE-ERE!!!!!!
Ten minutes later, you're pulling up to a smallish house in a cul-de-sac near the mall. Riley's car is in the driveway, but you park on the street a little ways down.
You text Riley, letting her know you're here. She responds, telling you that the front door is open, and that she's in the first floor bedroom, waiting.
You step into the modest entryway, surveying the simple but clean furnishings, smallish television, simple kitchen, and recessed lighting. There's a faint sound of music coming from down a hallway, and you take off your shoes, not wanting to dirty Leah's floors. You've met Riley's best friend a few times, but you've never been to her house before; if you recall correctly, she was renting this house, hoping to eventually buy it.
You realize you're stalling. "Daddy....?"
Her voice comes wafting from the same source as the music. You walk down the hall, pushing open the door. The smell of a fruity perfume hits you, and the first thing you notice is a bottle of sparkling wine, and two glasses, on the nightstand.
Riley's on the bed.

"I...I was a little worried you wouldn't show up..." she's looking so beautiful and enticing in panties, no bra, facedown on the bed.
"I..." your throat is dry. She's really lying on the bed. Ready, willing, wanting it. You grab one of the flutes of wine. "How did you get this?"
"Fake ID, of course..." She snags the other one, sipping as she props up onto hands and knees. Her perky tits sway a little. You drain the glass.
"Come on, daddy. Come here." She lays back onto the pillows, enticing you with a finger.