Title: "Whose Fault is it, After All?

Tess had been hiding something from me for so long, her desire to come clean finally made its way out. My father saw Tess with a mixture of surprise and shock, but I could see his fear in his eyes. He knew that this was about more than just one woman's desires; it was about the three of us who had been trapped in our own little world together.

Tess' body moved quickly across my chest, her hips grinding against me as she slipped into my pants with ease. She wore a small bra underneath, and I could see her curves through it, making my heart race. My hand came up to stop her, my fingers grazing the skin of my daughter's back, sending a spark of electricity through me.

"Are you okay?" I asked, looking at Tess' face for confirmation. "Because if you need anything, just tell me," I said, reaching out and grabbing the small bra underneath with one hand, holding it up while holding Tess in another.

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