The next day, I got up early, prepared breakfast for my daughter, and then watched TV in the living room, waiting for her to get up and eat breakfast. My daughter got up at 8 o'clock as usual, washed and combed her hair, and came to eat breakfast.

It seems that my daughter has no idea what I did to her last night. She was still talking and laughing with me, talking about some interesting things she had at school. But I couldn't listen to her at all. My mind was full of the scene of last night. My eyes were staring at my daughter's breasts and thighs from time to time. Fortunately, my daughter was eating and didn't notice that my eyes were always looking at her.