Paul Fisher knew that he should feel bad, or wrong, or dirty for what was happening.  After all, his seventeen year-old daughter was performing a strip show for his benefit, and that would be only the start of their evening.  He'd been sleeping with her for almost a year, after all.  He'd felt his guilt.  He'd even felt guilty about no longer feeling guilty.  Now... he'd gone past all of that.  Now he just looked at his little girl's pouty lips and recalled how good it felt to see them covered in lipstick, surrounding his cock.  He saw her long legs and he remembered kissing all the way from her toes to her sex, on both sides, caressing and exploring and loving every inch of them before devouring her fresh, clean cunt to drive her to one of the most potent orgasms of her young life.<br/><br/><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td>And what was the harm?  She certainly didn't seem to love him any less for the time they spent together.  Indeed, if anything she was more compliant, more willing to stay in and do homework rather than go out drinking if she knew that daddy would reward her for good work.  How many other girls could guarantee that they'd cum at least three times for getting an 'A' on their report card?  How many other fathers knew that they could spank their daughter hard, even using bindings and gags if needed, when she misbehaved?  It had certainly changed their relationship, but rather than blurring the lines of parent and child, it had served to strengthen them in rather non-standard ways.  And what was the alternative?  Paul knew the troubles the Andrew Harper had with his girl, Angelica.  There was nothing like that in his home.<br/><br/>Still, no matter the other virtues of the situation, there was the one overwhelming positive that remained: Paul was sleeping with a beautiful, willing, and affectionate girl.  The fact alone made him wrench his mind away from his over-thinking of the situation that had developed between he and his daughter, and focus instead on the show that she was putting on.  "That's it, baby.  You've got such beautiful legs.  Why don't you turn around again so that daddy can look at how nice they are in that thong and heels?", he asked her as she danced at his request.  This wasn't really reward or punishment.  This was just something they shared, between the two of them.  Besides which, she knew well that he wouldn't be able to keep his tongue off her when she'd finally removed the last scraps of clothing from her body.  And she did seem to enjoy that so...</td><td>(http://i468.photobucket.com/albums/rr48/ArchermonkeyGames/NEWIO3A1223-393x255.jpg)</td></tr></tbody></table>