Emily's turn

You feel a sense of emptiness as Mr Fowler pulls out of you.

You look over at Emily, she is covered in sweat from having her father lick her to orgasm. Her eyes are mere slits, then they widen.

"Wait Daddy." She flips onto her back to face him. "This is too far."

"You sucked my cock..." Mr Fowler trailed off. "I had my mouth on your, you know."

"Yes, but this is different, this is real ****." Emily says.

He hesitates for a few moments, then looks back at his daughter.

"You're right."

He grabs his daughter's hips and then pulls her onto him, easing his stiff mast right into her wet pussy.

"Ooooh, fuuuck, Daddy!" Emily moans as she is full impaled onto it.

"And I don't care anymore." Her father says as he bottoms out.

They both then stop and stare at each other, Emily's chest is heaving, her eyes are panicked, but she doesn't move. In turn, this is the calmest you have seen Mr Fowler since this night of lewdness started. Neither moves.