I became a father very early and my profession as a rock musician didn't help. Since my wife died of overdose I'm been trying to raise my daughter. Since she ended high school she started to go with my on tours and as you might know things normally became very wild, so wild she showed the attention she really wanted from me... she's so wild.

Having again a young woman at home it wasn't easy I was still enjoying my male freedom after the divorce and I was screwing every woman I could find. With her living with me things got a lot slower but we rebuild the relation we had before, and even more. We became lovers. The problem now is the six months are almost over, her mother is coming back and none of us know how to tell her...

Things didn't stop there, after the bath Dad was starting to be excited and followed me to my room with the excuse to put me some cream. I can say that felt good, I really enjoyed feeling the cold cream on my pussy.

My weekend visits to Dad during this last months became very interesting. I was finally able to convince my father to let me really take care of him. He still isn't 100% the way I want him but slowly I'm teaching him becoming my perfect lover. He does almost everything I ask him. We are working on the "almost", but he's getting more loose...

Well it's seems some one made a big mess and now id trying to come back. She started a relation with her father soon after her mother passed away. They were fine for about 2 years then she met a guy at work that made her head and left everything behind and run away with him, without even a explanation to her father. It didn't last long. Passed two months and after her the money she saved run out the guy left her, the same way she did with her father. So it was time get back and try to fix things with her Dad. She even went along with one of her father's school girl fantasies.

My step-daughter organized a trip with some friends to go to a Summer concert. She planned everything weeks earlier and asked her mother to lend her the car. Everything was ready for that weekend but unfortunately one day before the trip my wife called from work saying her car was broken and if I could go and pick her up. It wasn't serious but the car wasn't ready until Saturday afternoon and the girls wanted to go on Friday after lunch. Then the begging for my car started, she really looked desperate, she didn't wanted to look bad to her friends and she promised me a lot of things that I later collected. I've hidden a camera the day she came to pay her promise...