This book by Phillip Ball titled Critical Mass had reasonably engaged me. I got out of bed and stretched my seven feet four inches long heavily muscled body. I looked at the bedside clock and wondered what was keeping Carly from coming to bed.
I felt my bladder twitch and half hard cock throb. I was about to turn towards the en suite when I felt more than heard the soft footsteps of my daughter. Carly glided in to our bedroom. Her bewitchingly beautiful face was smiling as always.
“Sorry Daddy. Homework took a bit longer than I thought,” Carly deftly pulled her tee shirt off and threw it on the carpet. I greedily feasted on my beautiful soon to be nineteen years old daughter’s body. Carly was blessed with the unbelievably beautiful face of her mother and grandmother. Her beautiful nose was mesmerizingly exquisite. Her long wavy dark blond hair framed her face. Her baby fat was not as much as a year ago but was still present in abundance to make her rounded and softly curvaceous everywhere.
