The moment her lips touched his length with such intent, Celeste was rewarded with a short moan of her father's delight.  More and more moans followed, and sighs of pleasure.  That he was enjoying the treatment was undeniable.  The real question was how he'd managed to wait all day for her to get home so that they could take their time together.  The sounds shifted in tenor just a touch when she met his foot with her sex, wantonly grinding her wetness against the rough ridges of leather.  Paul wondered briefly if he'd be horrified to see his daughter behaving so with another man.  Quite probably he would.  But with him, it was all a part of the way he loved her, and she him, and the way that they could both express themselves with perfect carnality in the context of that love.  He'd never had a better relationship than this.<br/><br/>He couldn't help but smile at the innocence she managed to convey, even while she held his shaft with one hand, her saliva coating his cock and her sex grinding against his boot.  It truly was a decadent, perfect image.  "That's good, baby.  I think it likes you, too," he told her with a grin, even as he spontaneously raised his hand to her face, stroking her cheek gently with his fingertips.  There was a time when he'd almost forgotten how to smile, let alone doing it with such frequency and ease as Celeste had learned to elicit from him with her desirability, and her ability to make him feel desirable again, after all that had happened with her mother, his ex-wife.  It was amazing, he knew, that any girl so beautiful would want a man of his age.  That it was his own daughter only seemed to make their bond closer.  What's more, there was an undeniable thrill in the taboo; the thought alone made his cock twitch just a little before her.