I had expected Liz to storm over to us; perhaps pull her daughter off me, perhaps hit me in the process, even scream some more but she just pulled the door to and went upstairs. Amy lifted herself off my still erect cock and quickly pulled on her panties and jeans. I got up and put my briefs and slacks back on. Amy was scared and went into the back garden but I just sat down in the lounge.I was scared too and perhaps should have gone upstairs to her and at least face her like a man but what could I say to her? ‘Sorry?’ That would be pathetic. No form of apology could ever placate what I had just done. I had fucked our daughter. Not even the semantics of her not being my real daughter would stand up to the fact that I had fucked the daughter that I had brought up as my own for the last thirteen years.Hearing her footsteps on the stairs brought me to my feet in readiness for whatever was to come but she just walked past the door carrying a suitcase. A slam of the front door and the sound of her car driving away was all that followed. I knew that she would probably be off to her sister’s. We had rowed before over much lighter matters and she had stormed off only to return next day to make up but this time I felt that her return might not be so quick.Amy came back in. She had seen her drive off. She was şişli escort in tears and very apologetic. I just hugged her – Amy was just a child as far as relationship matters were concerned, there was no point in having a go at her. All this was down to me. I was the mature adult here. She suggested phoning her mum or even texting but I just shook my head. “Let her cool down first,” I said.There was nothing else to do now but just go about our usual Saturday business. Amy didn’t feel like going out so I went out on my own and did a bit of shopping. While I was out Amy had contacted her aunt to speak to her mum but she didn’t want to talk to her. Her aunt did say that she would be back tomorrow though and to tell her dad that she would be going out on the town tonight!“Sounds like mum’s going out on the pull tonight,” Amy said.I just shrugged. “I suppose it’s the least I deserve. No doubt Margo will delight in taking her to her haunts.”“But she’s married?”I smiled “They have an open marriage apparently.”Amy laughed.“Don’t you go saying anything, Amy.”She shook her head. “I won’t say anything, dad.”“Anyway what are you doing tonight?” I asked her.“I was going to see Becky but I don’t feel like it now.”“Is she your girlfriend?”She smiled.“Tell me,” I asked. “Is it better with şişli escort bayan girls?”Amy laughed. “It’s different, dad. We know our own bodies and what does it for us,” Amy responded. “Guys can be crap at oral; too rough and always in a rush to get their dicks in you.”I smiled and shook my head. “I suppose you’re right.”“In saying that though, older guys are better than younger ones in bed. They will take their time and try and make sure that you cum as well.”I almost choked on my coffee. Amy laughed and gave me a pat on the back. I laughed. “You’re supposed to all sweet and innocent at your age. They were when I was eighteen.”Amy shook her head laughing. “We are sweet but innocent? What’s the point?” she replied. “Your generation held back for the right person to come along but we want to enjoy life. Experience it first and then settle down with the so-called right person.”I finished my coffee without responding. “Apart from the abrupt ending, did you enjoy our fuck earlier?” Amy asked. I looked at her then looked away. “Did you, dad?”I smiled and nodded. Amy put her hand on my knee. “I did too. It would have been nice to have gone upstairs straight after and taken our time fucking again.”I had an erection now. She was sitting so close and was wearing a short mecidiyeköy escort skirt flared skirt now. You don’t beat about the bush do you, Amy?”She shook her head. “I like sex, dad,” she responded. “Love it in fact. Don’t you?”I nodded. “Yes, I do.”“And what do you like, dad?” she asked as her hand slid onto my bulge. “I mean, really like?”I looked at her. This girl knew much more about sex than we probably ever thought. “I’m willing to try anything once,” she said as she gave my bulge a squeeze. “It’s like trying out new foods… finding out what is to your taste and what is not.”“Such as?”She shrugged her shoulders. “It’s too early to say for me,” she said. “I haven’t done much outside straight sex. I’d like to try BDSM stuff sometime. Becky has done some with a guy she was having an affair with. You know, spanking, being tied up, that sort of thing. I’d like to try anal sex as well. Maybe a threesome too.”“Two males or two females?”“Both,” she laughed.“Would you say you were submissive then?”She knew what it meant. “Yes,” she responded. “Guys my age need leading by the nose to do things. I prefer the guy taking the lead.”I laughed. “I think you find we’re all like that at that age. You learn as you get older. Find out what floats your boat and what sinks it.”Amy laughed and then gave my bulge another squeeze. “And what floats your boat, dad?”I closed my eyes momentarily. Her touch was exquisite. “Funnily enough I’ve always had this hankering for a youngish submissive; an obedient slut to fuck as and when.”Amy leaned over and kissed me. “That sounds right up my street.”