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Her face was beautiful, letting itself relax as the moon shined itself over it's softened features. A mean girl, she was. In times of waking she'd often times have a sarcastic expression, which, she still seemed to hold that flare of life which I had grown to love. The way she would softly smile at something she'd like, a face which reminded me of what I saw now as I leaned over her sleeping figure. Then, that smile to be dashed away as quickly as if it'd been being chased, as soon as you discover that slight curl to her full, tan lips.My daughter was growing into a great, strong woman, I realized the next morning and as the day went on. Even in her times of need she always held her head high, in the*eleventh grade and already with both a car and occupation. An accomplishment for most seventeen year olds.*Though, you can't very much call a job at TacoBell? much of an occupation. Though, she still managed to pay most of her way with her hours of work during the school week. Though, this being the summer she often times spent her day going out with her friends. Though, I always wondered why not a boyfriend.Months ago, I had been informed that my daughter was a lesbian. Answering my curiosity as I approached her, asking the same question which I'd asked when I had been told, "Are you sure?""Yes, " she'd replied without taking her eyes off of her mirror as she replied, a sign she was lying, dabbling her eyes with a bit of liner. istanbul travesti Though, with her tone and young body. Tan skin. And long, flowing black hair, Saira was a sight to be seen even without her make up. A girl who you could really say looks better without it, and be telling the truth. Her mother had been of Indian descent, and myself being of a biracial one meant she gained the attributes of many of races. Her eyebrows, which she didn't bother to remove much from as many girls would do, were thick yet shaped. The Indian showed through the most. But, as I looked I couldn't help but let my eyes linger down to her butt. Her mother didn't have much of that, and from her often times of grabbing my own, I assumed I must have a nice one. "I see," I'd said while turning around, my back facing her's for a moment as my hands raised to massage my temple. The conversation was dropped there. I had never been close to my daughter, despite how much I loved her. Long ago her mother had left the home, and since I had been more or less avoiding her but for buying groceries and toys at christmas for her. And as she took on the responsibility of shopping for the two of us while I worked, our relationship had begun to grow less and less.*But now, as I looked down into her sleeping face I sighed. "I didn't pay attention to you enough," most fathers would be tempted to punch themselves apon this realization. istanbul travestileri Instead, I had more of a positive idea in mind. An idea of taking her out to eat the next morning to a new diner which had opened up further along the street. But the idea was quickly dashed away as my daughter raised her knee in her sleep. My eyes, noticing the motion out of their corners looked down instinctively. Hoping she wouldn't wake up and wonder why I was in her room.*However, she hadn't any panties. My eyes looked straight at her womanhood, lightly covered in small pubic hair. As a father, I'd looked away and reached out to grab the blanket and pull it back over her waist. But, as a man. I didn't quite reach it, and let my hand fall short and land lightly on her bare thigh as her knee drug her blanket from it and her legs spread in her sleep. "Daddy?" she'd softly half-yawned as he eyes sleepily opened partially. The balls of her fist rubbing against them before she noticed what had awoken her. My hand was slowly running down her thigh. Her mother had often told me I had an uncontrollableness about my sexual desire, which had probably been one of the many of reasons she'd been attracted to me. But, it hadn't been enough.*"Shh, just go back to sleep, Saira."Unfortunately, she screamed.*I went over to cover her mouth quickly, before her neighbors heard her powerful wale. Which earned me a few bites travesti istanbul on the palm, but didn't make me let go. Her fist steadily pounding at my chest as I'd had to throw myself atop of her to cover her mouth.My waist was placed between her legs, and the rope of my rob fell between her legs against her pubic hair as she tried to beat me away. I couldn't let her go, not now. She'd surely be frightened and run, telling the neighbors thinking I had intentions of raping her. Or, worse. I couldn't have that.After a few minutes of her beating my chest until she became tired, and repeated attempts at a groin kick, she slowly settled into a tired submission. Her hands coming to rest unto my biceps, digging her claws into my biceps. During her attack, she'd ruffled her white T-shirt up above her bra. Had it actually been there, the bra, my eyes wouldn't have noticed. It wasn't there. I didn't even know my daughters habit of only sleeping in a T-shirt, and I cursed myself for it. I really didn't pay much attention to her."Will you not scream if I let go?" I managed to removed my hands from her mouth as I sat up on her belly when she nodded. The anger in her eyes, aswel as the fear, had begun to dissipated. But, still remained. As soon as I removed myself from her waist she almost landed a knee to my unprotected penis, only lightly covered by my thin robe. But, missed, and knocked along the upper inside of my knee. Which, of course, made my hand instantly go down. Her knee falling quickly as it's palm pushed it down, revealing her pussy again.It was wet. She'd been turned on by the whole event, and what I now saw in her eyes as anger*I begun to*realize was the same look her mother used to give him when she was arroused.