I didn’t know what to do as she hesitated. XXX “I love you, too, Daddy,” she whispered. “You’re hard,” she
whispered, then looked into my eyes. I smiled,
and she seemed to relax. At first, I didn’t see the slip, only her
deliciously pale back. “I didn’t get to slow dance,” she said. “I’d love to.”
She didn’t move, so I had to. I knew I was ruined for the rest of my
life. The
black stockings were sheer enough that I could see her
painted toenails through the nylon. They kissed, petted a little, and then…
“Then what, baby?” I urged. She was
gasping, squirming beneath me. I tasted her lipstick on my own lips,
and I put my tongue against her mouth. You’d be better spending your time reading
National Geographic or learning the rules to curling.
