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Just a conversation: It was supposed to be just like any other conversation they'd had since she left for school nearly eight months ago, deciding UCSD would would be a better fit for her than the closer UCLA, which would have been up a half-an-hour car ride north of their suburban home in Orange County.Marc, a United States Army colonel, along with his family, had been relocated to Los Angeles for a desk job after more than 18 years in the Army.With the tip of her index finger, the slender brunette softly pulled on the side of her white panties, allowing just the tip of her finger to touch her left pussy lip.She could feel the heat radiating from an area she'd come to be familiar with ever since she learned what sex and desires were. This time, it was almost taboo -- something she'd never experienced before.In the darkness of her dorm room, Alexa groaned one last time, pushing her crotch into her finger, feeling sticky lubricant coating her clit.
Back at that volleyball game, Marc imagined bending the young girl over and gliding his cock between her moist pussy lips, squeezing her cheeks as he rubbed his cockhead against her clit from behind.
"Wow, that was intense," she thought to herself as she closed her eyes, wondering if somewhere back up in Orange County, a mere hour's drive north, her father was also doing the same.
Little did she know that by the time she settled in and began exploring herself, her father, Marc, had already orgasmed while thinking about her, and that he was still sitting in her old room, holding a pair of her panties in hand -- a pair of panties soaked with his own cum from his orgasm, about to masturbate again thinking about his own daughter.
"Ahhh," she whispered aloud as her masturbatory fantasy continued, increasing the speed with which she manipulated her clit as she imagined her father doing the same. This was how he would seduce her for the first time. "Agghh," she breathed out deeply as her finger pushed down on her clit and circled, leaning back as the familiar feeling approached her. For the first time in her life, she was masturbating and thinking about her own father, and although deep down inside, she knew there would be guilt after she orgasmed, she didn't care.
All Alexa cared at the moment was reaching her orgasm as her hips bucked.
Arriving late, he could not find a seat and stood near the court instead.