Mercer sighed as he heard his daughter, Samia, enter the house, her footsteps echoing in his ears, and his imagination going on overdrive imagining what she was wearing. Would she be wearing a tight black mini skirt and a v-neck that revealed her cleavage? Or would she be wearing tight white fuck-me shorts and a black tank top. His cock grew hard at the thought, and he, once again, sighed. He heard his daughter's footsteps, and decided to have a chat with her. Maybe then he would remember that this was his little girl and his perverted thoughts would cease for now.<br/><br/>"Samia. Mind coming in?" he said loud enough that she would hear through the door of his study. Shelves filled of books ranging from codes for criminal law to George R.R. Martin's latest books, and even went so far as to children's books such as Bartimaeus Trilogy. As a man filled with lust for his own daughter, he read quite a lot in order to get his mind off of her tight, hopefully virgin, pussy... He shook his head, and raised it and prepared to talk with his daughter.<br/><br/>( Feel free to post. My friend will post later. )