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Mariah was lying on the living room floor, her hair tied up in a tight bun around her neck. Deb stood in front of her, his face beaming with pride and love. "I want to watch you fuck your daughter," he whispered.

Mariah's eyes widened as she heard the words, and suddenly she felt a rush of excitement. She had been watching him do this for weeks, but now she saw it completely different - as if it was her son fucking his daughter.

Deb reached out and gently pulled Mariah's robe open, revealing her naked body. "You know Mommy wants this," he cooed. He stepped closer to her, one step at a time, his eyes never leaving hers.

Mariah felt a wave of desire wash over her as she watched Deb move towards her. She could feel it in the air - a connection that went beyond just watching him do something. It was more than just an action; it was a reflection of their bond.

Deb reached out and gently held Mariah's hand, his finger wrapping around it like a vice. "I want to watch you fuck your daughter," he whispered again, his voice full of emotion. "Mommy may not be here, but she is always with us."

Mariah felt a surge of pride as she watched him move towards her, the desire burning within her. She knew that this would never end until their father got up. Until then, they were in this moment - connected by something more than just watching each other do something.

As he reached out and grabbed Mariah's hand, their fingers intertwined like a knot. "I love you," Deb whispered, his voice barely audible over the pounding of their hearts. "And I will never stop watching us fuck our daughter."

Mariah smiled as she watched him, feeling a wave of passion wash over her. She knew that this was just another part of their lives together - one that they would keep exploring and discovering until their father returned home.

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