Jim laughed as I sat, my cock causing an obvious buldge in my slacks. Indian sex “Your daughter and I have been watching a video, Jack” said Jim, a big grin bearing his teeth in what seemed like a devilish smile. I was lost in the moment, my grip squeezing tighter and tighter and slowly grinding my hips into the pressure of my daughter’s ass, almost completely forgetting the fact that a loaded gun was pointed at my temple and that I was molesting a child, let alone my own pre-teen daughter. “I’m sure you’d like to see a little girl’s tits close up, wouldn’t you?” I didn’t move, although my mind flashed images of the burned in memories of previous times when I had caught a glimpse of a bare nipple through a shirt sleeve or uncovered cleavage when my daughter had bent over. I wanted so badly to be able to be there for my
