Horrified

"don't think you should be touching me there!" Haley exclaimed, trying to move Phil's hand off her breast. He let her hand move his hand from her breast, but swung around it, clamping on her small breast again.

"I remember when your mom's breast was this firm," he said, squeezing it. She tried moving it again, but Phil was too strong, his other hand working on his belt buckle. "I'm glad you're not wearing a bra," he continued, his hand now pulling the tongue of the zipper down.

"Dad, stop that!" Haley protested, trying to squirm away. Phil let her, his hands going to the waistband of his pants, pushing the cloth down along with his underwear, his hard cock springing free.

"I think you're wearing too many clothes," Phil said, reaching out and grabbing one of Haley's ankles, pulling her closer. Her shirt rucked up under her arms, bunching up under her breasts, and Phil got a good look under her skirt. "What were you talking to Dylan about?"

"None... of... your... business..." Haley exclaimed, trying to pull her ankle out of her dad's clenched hand, but his grip was too strong.

"It must have been some conversation," he mused, "if you weren't wearing any panties." He held one ankle tight as his other hand went to his pants, undoing the snap and peeling the fabric down, exposing his rock hard cock.

"Stop!" Haley begged, but Phil wasn't in the mood to listen. He licked his lips, reaching a hand out to touch the smooth skin of Haley's shaved pussy.

"Your mom shaves too," he said, tightening his grip on her ankle as she tried to escape. "You should be much tighter than she is, though."

"Dad, stop! You don't... I mean, you wouldn't..."

Phil didn't answer her, at least not verbally. He grabbed her other ankle, and...