When I came into Sasha's room to say goodnight to her, she was brushing her long, blond hair in the mirror. She was wearing was a shirt that barely covered her ass when standing. Now that she was sitting, it had ridden up and I could see her lacy black panties.
"Hi, Daddy." She said with a smile.
"Hi yourself. I just wanted to come up and say goodnight."
"Where's Mom?"
"Downstairs, watching TV."
"Close the door."
I did as she asked, and my daughter put her brush down and closed the distance between us in seconds. Instantly our arms were around each other and our tongues in each other's mouths.
It had been like this for a month now, ever since Sasha's mother had gotten home. My daughter and I had become lovers while my wife was away visiting her family in Russia, and we hadn't stoppe
