She finds out why it's not polite to leave your party.
She wore no underpants! Once again, I felt a tingle between my legs.
Once Sara was in the car she looked at me with a wry grin. The whites of her eyes were pink, I smelled alcohol on her breath and most astoundingly, she was no longer wearing the pink bra. I looked at her tits and their firmness pulled at the fabric of her white tank top. Her nipples stood erect and I could see the shadowing of her puffy areolas through the thin fabric! Suddenly, visions of my fantasy returned.
The ride home was interesting, to say the least. Sara spoke about the party as if I were her best friend! She spoke about girls who she referred to as 'sluts.' Sara referred to the guys at the party as cocks, and all I could do was listen, and look at her firm, youthful tits. I heard a story of how a slut found a cock and gave him a "blowie" in front of everyone.
"A 'blowie'," I asked? "What's that?"
Sara giggled and wisely said, "It's a blow job, daddy. You know, when someone sucks a cock!"
"Oh" was the only response I could think of.
After a moment of silence, I asked, "Why are you telling me these things, baby?"
"I thought you'd want to know about what happened! Don't you want to know what went on?" Sara stared at me with her eyes wide open as if to say, 'come on, dad! Wake up!'
"Well, sure I do. Why not? I always want to know what goes on in your life and I encourage your honesty." I cleared my throat and waited for the remaining play-by-play of the party. The rest of the ride home was filled with stories of what happened at the party. Most of them dealt with what someone wore or who got too drunk.
Once we arrived home I got out of the car and quickly made my way to Sara's side of the car. I opened the car door and assisted her out. My eyes were trained on her unbridled tits which jiggled slightly with every move she made. I was very aroused by now. Sara tripped stepping onto the curb and fell into me. Her tits pushed against my chest and her top pulled to the side exposing all of her side tit and a hint of areola peeked out. Her tits felt so soft and pliable and looked so inviting, I almost reached down and touched them. Sara giggled as she stood straight and pulled her top to straighten it.
"What happened to your bra?" I hesitantly asked.
"Oh, that thing?" Sara replied matter of factly. "It was uncomfortable so I took it off."
We walked into the house and I asked Sara if I could help her with anything. She thought for a second, grinned and said, "Yeah. Can you take my boots off?"
I looked at her sexy body and the only answer I could muster was, "Sure."
We made our way to her bedroom and she immediately sat on the bed and laid back. She lifted one foot in the air. Again, her shorts gapped and I could see the side of Sara's cleanly shaved pussy. I grabbed the boot, one hand at the heel and the other at the toe, and easily pulled her boot off. She lifted the other foot and I repeated the process.
"Oh, that feels so good," Sara moaned. She rolled onto her stomach and asked, "Daddy? Can you rub my back?" All this seemed a bit weird to me, but Sara was drunk, she seemed very accommodating and I was horny.
I sat next to her and began to rub her back with one hand. I stroked her back from her shoulders down to her waist. I moved from one side of her back to the other. Seeing my daughter lying on the bed so submissively got me even hornier than I already was. As I rubbed her back she occasionally released a soft moan. My hand found its way to her side where I gently brushed against the side of her tit. She did not react so I brushed against it a second time...then a third. Sara merely smiled and moaned in pleasure.
"Hmmm, that feels nice, daddy," Sara cooed.