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Go Get Em Zoey girl!

Date: 9/1/2015, Categories: Fantasy, Anal, Erotica, Incest, Reluctance, Young, Author: blazk, Rating: 81.1, Source: sexstories.com

clapped as Jeff punched the pedal to the floor and sped off to the green. "Good job Zoey girl," I cheered. "Thanks daddy," she smiled. She hugged me and gave me a soft kiss on the lips. I kissed her back softly as she let a soft moan escape into my mouth. My hand went down between her legs as she stood outside the cart and leaned in for her kiss. I felt her soft lips through the wet fabric as she moaned again. We both broke the kiss and looked at each other. I left my hand fall away from her as she pressed her pelvis into it. She tossed her club into the bag and climbed in. I started the cart forward. "Let's finish this up so I can fuck you again," I relented. "Daddy," she gasped. "You are a bad boy for saying such things to your daughter." "You shouldn't assume that I want you to fuck me," she teased. "What if I want to fuck you," she said coyly. "You're wet, I know you want it," I teased. "I've been that way since I rolled out of bed this morning," she revealed. "I bet," I said. "I have to ask you something Zoey," I said. I came to a stop with Jeff looking back as he strooled to the green. "After we finish," I said as she turned her head to listen. I marked my ball. Zoey fixed her divot and then marked hers. Easelee left his down since he was out of the way of everyone. Jeff started looking over his long putt as Zoey and I stood under the lone oak tree that guarded the green. "What did you want to ask me daddy," Zoey whispered? "Not now baby girl," I replied. I was intently ... watching Jeff as Easelee came and stood by us to escape the heat. "Playoff," Easelee whispered. I remain focused on Jeff. He picked an acorn from the green and dug into the turf to fix the small depression it left. "Did you see that," I asked the other two spectators? "Yeah," Zoey questioned? "He touched his putt line to fix the acorn divot, you can't do that," I said. "That's right," Easelee said. "You sure daddy," Zoey asked? "Hey Jeff, you just touched your putt line, you can't do that," I said. He froze up for a second and revealed his guilt but tried to play it off as nothing. "Yeah, I fixed a divot, so what," he retorted. "You can only fix ball marks not acorn marks," I barked. "I think you're mistaken," he said. "I'm talking to the director when we get back to the clubhouse because I know you are wrong," I fired back. "You are going to look dumb," he replied. "I'm trying to putt, leave me be.," "Ok, you will see," I said. I returned back to the tree as he looked over his putt again. "I know I'm right," I said. "You are," Easelee said. Zoey still remained skeptical. Jeff circled his putt several times before he finally took his stance over his ball. I think he broke the 5 minute time limit between shots too but I didn't say anything. He gave it a smooth hit and it rolled steadily across the swift green. It broke left then back to the right and dropped over the lip of the cup for an eagle. From over 50 feet away it rolled in. Zoey looked deflated. She played so well and ...