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[Daddy2mylilgirl]

When my little girl pulled away from my touch moments before my wife came through the door, I felt pissed. I was mad my wife had interrupted our special moment. I felt something else. I felt the need and want to do more with my daughter.

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"YOU need to get in your room and do homework."

"I don't have any."

"Then go in your room and clean it."

"It's clean."

"NOW!"

I could see how pissed my little girl was at her mother barking orders at her. I wish I could have helped but I knew once Lauren left I was in for it and I didn't want to make things worse.

I smirked when I heard Lauren slam her door closed. My wife turned her anger towards me now.

"Why do you let her bother you?" My wife asked both with anger and jealousy in her voice.

"Hey! She is NEVER a bother to me." I replied back forcefully.

"You have no time to fuck me but you have no problem making time for her?"

"Oh please. What? She is my daughter and I love spending time with her."

My wife replied with a dirty look.

"I have more work to do." I said, ending this argument.

My wife slammed the door as she left. 'What a bitch,' I thought.

~~~~~~~~~

As I sat there in the office a range of emotions shot through me. I was still angry at my wife for yelling at my little girl like that but what really made me mad was what she interrupted.

I can't believe I was touching my little girl's panties. I don't know what came over me, but I liked it. I haven't felt these rush of emotions since I got together with my wife.

I realized that being with Lauren this past month had made me feel like a teenager again. She had reawakened so many emotions, feelings, and thoughts that had long since been buried after I started dating her mother. Being with Lauren, I felt young, sexual, aggressive, and could feel the testosterone flowing through me again. All caution and feelings of how wrong it might be to be with my daughter were thrown out the window. It was like I snapped. I wanted my daughter. I needed to have her. And I would do anything to have her. I felt like a senior in high school picking the hottest freshman girl I wanted to make mine. She was my prey. And nothing was going to stop me from getting my prey.

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The whole family was in the living room watching tv that night. My son went off to bed first. My wife, who was still pissed at me, decided to go to bed early and without me, which came as no surprise to me.

'Good,' I thought after she left, 'more time to spend with my little girl.'

I was sitting on the couch watching tv when I heard Lauren let out a soft moan. I smiled as I looked over at her and saw her hand under the blanket that covered her lap. She gave me a smile back, blushing a little. It was at that moment I noticed her scent in the air. I knew right away what that scent was. Ever since I inhaled it on her wet panties that morning, it had been permanently ingrained in my mind forever.

I turned back to the tv and began to wonder if she was touching herself under the blanket. Out of the corner of my eye I could see the blanket moving slowly up and down and I knew my answer. I felt a rush of that unmistakable, yet unidentified, emotion course through me. Along with it, came a jolt of arousal causing my cock to begin to grow.

'My naughty little girl is playing with herself just inches away from me.' I mused in my head.

I watched her out of the corner of my eye as I pretended to watch the tv. My mind raced trying to think of a way to trap my prey. As if on cue I saw Lauren move the blanket a little and shift her arm. Right after she did that, I heard a louder and longer moan escape my little girl's lips. As soon as I heard that moan, I knew how to trap my prey. I looked over at her and she froze. Like a little baby deer in headlights. She tensed up. And I saw my opening.

"What's wrong sweetie? You sore? You seem a little tense. How about a nice massage from your Daddy." I made sure to put special emphasis on "Daddy" because I knew it was her favorite thing to call me.

Before she could answer I got up and made my way over to the loveseat. Her scent got stronger the closer I got and it only fueled my burning desire for her. I could feel my semi-hard cock sway beneath my sweats with each step.

I knelt down right behind her. I moved the pillow that she was resting her back on and had her lean back against me. I smiled when I looked down and saw the top of her black and pink panties sticking out of her sweats.

I noticed how uptight and nervous she got, the closer I got. I also noticed her arm had stopped moving and the blanket stood still. I knew she was acting this way cause of me. I had noticed it earlier in my office when she pulled up her shirt to show me her panties and then when I touched them. I saw how she couldn't respond or even talk and how lost she looked in her eyes, unsure of what to do or say. A smug smile crept across my lips, knowing that my little girl felt like a real little girl around me now. I loved it.

I enjoyed seeing my prey so nervous and flustered around me. I felt that emotion rage inside of me. With only her bra and tank top straps covering her shoulders, I firmly, yet gently, placed my hands on the warm skin of her shoulders causing her to jump a little. Her muscles felt so tight and tense under my touch.

I leaned down and placed my lips next to her ear, whispering, "Relax sweetie. Daddy's gonna make you feel all better. So just sit back and do whatever you need to do to help you relax." With that, I kissed the top of her head as I felt a shiver go up and down her body.

I began my massage, slowly working my big, strong, powerful hands on the delicate muscles and flesh of my little girl's shoulders.

 

[sinnocence]

I should have known that my little moan would have caught his attention. Immediately after it escaped my lips, he turned his head with a smile. I'm sure at first he didn't know what I was doing. But then again, I wasn't sure. When his gaze settled on me my hand had stopped its slow caressing of my pussy. A shy smile crossed my lips and I could feel the heat in my cheeks, almost spreading down to my neck. God, why did I all of a sudden have a thing with blushing? That had never been a problem for me. Now it seemed like that was all I could do when his eyes were on me.

He studied me very closely before turning back to the screen. I hadn't realized I was holding my breath. I exhaled heavily. When I was sure he wasn't paying attention, I resumed the rubbing of my pussy. Even with the blanket, my scent was now hanging heavy in the room. And it turned me on. My fingers pressed down on my clit through my sweats. The little nub was pulsing and already burning. I could easily feel the heat of it.

My eyes watched my father as my hand slowly rubbed. He *seemed* like he was watching the tv show, but I started to feel like he was watching me as well. But even with that possibility, my arousal was mounting. I had to cum...soon. Every thought and memory of him was still flowing through my head. But the most recent one, in the office, kept repeating itself...

His eyes on mine as he gently stroked my panties. The way my skin tingled where his hand had touched it. The way the rest of my body buzzed, wanting his hand to touch other places. The way he had completely corrupted my train of thought. How words had so easily failed me.

I felt different around him, now that we had started exploring our obvious sexual chemistry. Not different in a bad way. I still adored him. I still loved being with him more than anyone else. He was still the object of my affection. But I was discovering this whole new side of me. The quiet, nervous, shy side. There were other feelings but I couldn't quite place them at the moment.

But god, his eyes...

They had almost burned right through me. Hot and fiery. Filled with...lust? Passion? Love? So many things that I knew and didn't know. But what I *really* knew was what those eyes had done to me. And what the image of them was doing to me now. The little nub under my fingers swelled even more.

That's when I slipped my hand under my sweats and into my panties. The direct contact made me shudder. Another louder moan formed in my chest before I could stop it.

He turned his head again.

I froze.

My muscles tensed up like I was getting ready to spring even though leaving was the last thing on my mind. The beating of my heart stopped, thumped erratically, then proceeded into a steady, quick rhythm.

"What's wrong sweetie? You sore? You seem a little tense. How about a nice massage from your Daddy."

Oh my...

His voice was like honey, velvety and soft. I almost came right then and there. He had the ability to make me melt within seconds. I'm sure by now I was trembling. Maybe my heart had stopped. I didn't notice. All I noticed was how he got up and made his way over to where I was. My eyes stayed locked on him as his body brushed past mine so he could kneel on the cushions behind me. It was like he shocked me every time he touched me. Now every part of me was buzzing except my back where he was pressed up against me. My skin there was tingling. I could almost feel other parts of my body become jealous because they weren't being touched by him.

His smell filled my nose and I had to fight to rearrange my scrambled thoughts. His body was warm against mine. It only made the wetness between my legs more maddening. I was sure that I had already soaked through my panties and sweats.

He *had* to have smelled me. There was no way he could have missed it.

That thought made my pussy tighten again, forcing out another trickle of juices. My nipples were as hard as rocks and were pushing through both my bra and tank top.

Then his warm, big hands touched my shoulders.

I jumped at the reaction it had on me. A wave of tingling heat flowed up from the tips of my toes and flooded into my shoulders and arms. His hands began their delicious, painful, heart stopping massage. I couldn't find control. I knew I hadn't spoken a word since he did. But I was sure I wouldn't be able to.

I felt his body shift a little and I was about to turn my head. But that's when I felt his lips so dangerously close to my ear. His breath was warm and moist as he spoke. His voice was thick and husky.

"Relax sweetie. Daddy's gonna make you feel all better. So just sit back and do whatever you need to do to help you relax."

A long shiver immediately exploded within me and traveled down my spine. His lips touched my hair and I almost lost it. Every cell of my being screamed, yelled, pleaded, begged, burned, desired, needed. A whispery moan flowed from my lips at his words, his hands, his lips kissing my head.

Think. Concentrate. Breathe.

I had to think of everything that I would have normally done and will myself to do it. But his hands would give another squeeze or he'd press into me harder and I would have to start the process all over again.

But what did he mean by doing what I need to do to relax?

Oh god. Did he know what I was doing? There was no way of knowing for sure. This massage could have been purely innocent.

But one thought of his body pushed up tight against mine made me realize that none of this was innocent. Maybe I could rub just my clit, very gently, without moving my arm too much. Feeling just a slight surge of confidence through the foggy haze of my thoughts, I leaned my head back gingerly to rest it on his shoulder. Trying to keep my breathing normal and my arm still, my fingers began to move in small circles around my hard clit. I moaned softly to let my father know I appreciated his gesture. But if only he knew just what I was moaning about.

 

[Daddy2mylilgirl]

I heard Lauren moan and a smug smile crossed my face.

"Daddy gives a good massage, doesn't he?" I asked as innocently as I could, trying to hide my true intentions.

"Mmmhmmm," was all Lauren could reply with.

I knew she wasn't moaning from my massage. At least not entirely. I glanced down and saw my daughter's eyes were closed as she rested her head against me. I looked down the front of her body and saw her hard nipples clearly poking out through her tank top. I also noticed that her arm was slightly moving and the blanket between her legs was slowly moving in circles.

'Good girl,' I thought as my daughter was doing exactly what I wanted her to do. My cock had completed its growth to full thickness. It laid between my legs like a steel pipe. I felt it pulse with each thought of my little girl masturbating right in front of me. It was rock fucking hard knowing that just inches away was my daughter's aroused pussy. It was like it could smell her scent in the air. It wanted it's prey.

'Patience,' I reminded my thick, hard dick.

I worked on Lauren's shoulders more. My strong hands massaged the soft flesh from the base of her neck out to her shoulders and onto her upper back. I noticed her breathing starting to quicken and her arm began to move a little faster. I decided to help her along.

I stopped massaging and slipped my fingers under the straps of her bra and tank top. I slowly slid them down off her shoulders and onto the upper part of her arms. I felt Lauren tense up.

"Shhhh. It's ok sweetie. Daddy needs to move those to do a better job," I whispered in her ear as I began to massage her shoulders and neck harder and deeper. Lauren just moaned in response causing me to smile.

When I looked down the front of my little girl, I could easily see the tops of her breasts exposed by the straps of her tank top and bra being moved off her shoulders, lowering the top of her tank top. I watched as her chest rose and fell with each breath she took. She was beginning to breathe harder and I could almost see her nipples peek out from under her bra when she exhaled.

Her body began to tighten up more and her breathing was heavy. Her arm was moving quicker with the blanket between her legs matching the pace. I knew she was getting close to orgasm. An evil smile crept across my lips as I decided to help my little girl and give her one final push over the edge. I leaned down, placing my lips against her ear so that I would graze it with my lips with each word I spoke.

"You're so tense and tight sweetie. Relax. Just let it all out for Daddy."

With that, I removed my hand from Lauren's shoulder and adjusted my hard cock so that it stuck straight up against my body. I sat up on my knees and pulled my daughter's body back against me making sure she could feel my hard prick pressed against her back.

I felt her body tighten more and it almost felt like she had begun to rub back against my cock. I slowly slid my hands down the front of her body, lightly massaging the top of her chest. Her breathing grew rapid and the blanket moved quickly between her legs.

My fingertips massaged the swells of her breasts, feeling her skin tingle under my touch. I pressed my cock harder against her back and felt Lauren return the pressure. My fingers pulled on her flesh causing her breasts to lift, allowing me to view her hard pink nipples under her bra.

Just then I felt my little girl begin to shake as she let out a moan from deep within her. I knew exactly what that moan was and it wasn't from my massage.

 

[sinnocence]

Everything was so hard. My nipples, my clit, my muscles, concentration. Dirty thoughts and images danced in my mind as I kept my eyes closed. Both the sensation on my swollen clit and the deep, highly arousing massage kept my breathing ragged. His hands were kneading my flesh and tense muscles with such power and certainty. That alone made trickles of juices leak from within my lower folds. The tips of my fingers were rubbing my little nub now with increased fervor. Soft moans had begun to flow from my mouth at regular intervals and I stopped trying to muffle them. The excuse could have just been that he was giving me such a wonderful massage. And he was. But in doing that, the fact that his hands were touching my bare skin made me so horny I could feel the tingling all over now. His skin and chest were warm, but they sent chills down my back.

I listened to his deep voice ask if he gave a good massage. 'Mmmhmmm', I purred, leaning back against him more. My head seemed to fit perfectly in the curve of his neck and shoulder. The smell of him alone mixed with my scent was maddening. I moaned again as my fingers increased their pace steadily.

His hands pressed deep into my flesh, along my shoulders, down my back, and up again. It felt so good that I was purring like a kitten. Nothing mattered to me now. My father was right behind me, his hands on my body, as I masturbated. It was heaven.

Wetness had seeped through my panties and my sweats. I could feel it. Uh oh, what if I left a spot on the cushion? How embarrassed would I be? Would my father get mad? But that thought failed to stop me. My clit was burning under my fingers, throbbing, pulsing, swelling even more. I could feel it sticking out proudly from under its hood. It was begging me to rub harder and let it bring me over the edge.

Then his fingers slipped under the straps of my bra and tank top, pushing them off my shoulders. I tensed up again and held my breath, waiting for his next move. He told me it would let him do a better job. I moaned in response. His lips had come close to my ear again. Oh, how I wanted him to kiss and suck on it. Mmmm, rub harder, rub harder. My clit jumped in excited agreement.

I knew much more of my cleavage was showing now. But I showed no intention of covering it. I could feel my breasts rising and falling within my bra and it felt good with my nipples brushing against the fabric. My hand rubbed quicker to match the pace of my breathing.

Then he leaned down and breathed again on my ear. Immediate shivers shook my body. As he spoke, his lips grazed my ear and almost made me cum right there. His voice was velvety smooth.

"You're so tense and tight sweetie. Relax. Just let it all out for Daddy."

I wasn't thinking clearly or else I would have caught the double meaning in his words. So I thought nothing of it when I instantly set my sights on cumming right away. My hand was now swirling quickly around my clit, juices running down to soak through my panties.

I froze again.

My father had lifted himself and pulled me into him. Something rock hard was now pressing against my back. It was long and burning hot. I could almost feel it pulsing. I didn't need a second to think about what it was. Feeling just a hint of confidence again, I pushed back into it, trying to rub it up and down. As if trying to beat me, my father lowered his hands to massage my chest. His fingers pressed and pulled, lifting my breasts higher.

It seemed like he and I were past pretending. I knew what he was doing to me. I knew what he wanted. And I would give it to him.

Pushing back on his cock and relishing the feeling of his hands all over my chest, I finally pushed myself over. My body shook uncontrollably as a loud, unmistakable moan grew deep in the pit of my stomach and rose up my throat. A flood of cum gushed out of my pussy, soaking everything in its path. Ripples of pleasure kept my body trembling as I tried hard to think again.

None of what just happened registered in my mind yet. All I could do was keep my eyes closed and pray he didn't notice the mess I made.

 

[Daddy2mylilgirl]

Mmmmmmmmm. 'Good girl,' I thought as I felt my daughter orgasm against me. I was still pressed against her, feeling her tremble as she came down from her orgasm. I looked down to see the blanket between my little girl's legs wet with her juices. A wet spot stretched down between her thighs. I smiled at my little girl's wetness. Before Lauren could collect her thoughts I kissed the top of her head.

"Well, I'm going to bed sweetie. Night. I love you," I said as I walked to my room. A smug smile crossed my lips as I headed to my bedroom leaving Lauren there in confused state. My cock straining against my sweats as I did.

~~~~~~~~

My cock was still hard when I woke up the next morning. The thoughts, images, and sounds of my little girl masturbating and cumming while I massaged her replayed over and over in my head. My cock stuck straight out as I got up from the bed. Thank god my wife was still asleep or she might have wanted sex when she saw how hard I was. I smirked as I wondered what she would say if she knew that it was my little girl who did this to me and not her.

I showered and ate my breakfast. I decided to hold off masturbating because I enjoyed these emotions raging through me. I wanted them to last as long as they could. I also wanted to try more with my daughter. I had to be to work early that morning so Lauren was only getting up as I left. An evil thought crossed my mind as I drove to work. I pulled into my parking spot and checked the clock. It was right around the time Lauren usually showered. I grabbed my cell phone and sent her a text.

“Hope you enjoyed your massage last night. You sounded like you did. I just wanted you to know my other favorite color is navy blue and you should try to show off your sexy legs more. <3 Daddy”

I hit send. I was hoping she would get my meaning and wear navy blue panties with a skirt for me today. I got a reply a few minutes later.

"Um...I did enjoy it Daddy. Thank you. And I’ll keep that color in mind. I love you." I smiled, knowing my little girl would do exactly as I wanted her to do. Mmmmmm. God I loved that. I loved how she did what I wanted even though I didn’t have to come out and tell her. I loved how nervous and she felt around me now. It gave me such a feeling of power over her.

The day dragged on. After lunch I sent Lauren a text to let her know I was thinking about her. God that’s all I did nowadays was think about her. From the time I woke up till the time I fell asleep, my little girl was on my mind. I was falling in love with my daughter.

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When I pulled into my driveway I saw that Lauren was home. I also noticed that my wife was too. I said hello to my son as I passed through the living room. I popped my head into the kitchen to say hi to my wife. She gave me a half-hearted hi in return. I didn’t even bother asking her where Lauren was because I knew I would get shit for it. I was headed down the hallway to my bedroom when I spotted Lauren coming out of her room. I smiled when I saw her and she did the same.

I looked her up and down and smiled brightly when I saw she had worn a skirt. ‘Good girl,’ I thought, “I wonder if she wore everything I wanted her to,” I added.

We began walking toward each other. I noticed Lauren’s eyes darting to the floor as I studied her beautiful face. As we got closer I extended my left arm out and pressed my hand against the wall. It blocked Lauren’s path and caused her to stop abruptly. I looked at her and saw she had a wide eyed look. I stared back into her eyes letting her see the love, lust, and power behind my piercing brown eyes. Lauren gave me a kind of shy smile as if she didn’t know what to do. Her eyes would glance at mine before dropping to the floor. I moved closer, turning my body to face hers. I inched closer until she had backed herself against the wall right next to my outstretched arm. I was face to face with my little girl now. Our bodies just inches apart.

“That’s a nice skirt you have on,” I coolly stated. “Show me what’s underneath it,” I added forcefully.

Lauren hesitated.

“Now,” I firmly added, my tone growing stern and imposing.

 

[sinnocence]

Now what the hell was that?

I get an amazing massage from my father and cum so hard at the same time (which I'm sure he knew about) and he gets up and goes to bed? Like, it didn't even happen. I cocked my head, puzzled, as he walked away after saying good night. I sat there for a moment on the soaking wet cushion, my hand still down my pants. I was like a lost puppy unsure what to do next. It was sad, really. Another moment went by and I was finally calm. My breathing had slowed and all the tingling was gone. With a heavy sigh, I got up and went into my room. I'd blame the cushion on the dog if it was still wet in the morning. My mother would never know...hopefully.

I laid in bed for a while and thought about what had just happened. *I* surely wasn't ashamed. *I* surely wasn't having seconds thoughts about our growing sexual relationship. But what worried me was if my father was having regrets or was now disgusted at what was going on. I really hoped not. Because even though we had started doing little things, I wanted more. That night my sleep was filled with dreams of my father, his body laying over mine as he spread my legs wide...

~~~~~

The next morning I woke up and noticed my father had left for work already. When in the shower, I heard my cell phone go off, notifying me that I had a text. I finished and stepped out to dry myself. My cell vibrated its reminder again, as if telling me it was important.

"Okay, okay," I mumbled and hit the button to view the message.

*Hope you enjoyed your massage last night. You sounded like you did. I just wanted you to know my other favorite color is navy blue and you should try to show off your sexy legs more. <3 Daddy*

My eyes widened as I read his text again. But relief flooded my body when I realized he sounded fine, not mad or regretful. So, he liked navy blue, huh? I smirked at that and blushed at his compliment on my legs. 'Okay', I mused, 'might as well indulge him.'

I sent him a text back telling him I did enjoy the massage and that I would keep navy blue in mind.

That morning I slipped into a cotton navy blue thong and a short denim skirt. Thank goodness I had shaved my legs in the shower. A sudden shiver shook my body as I realized that in a way, my father had dressed me for the day. It felt good. And I liked it. I smiled all day.

During school, I got another text from my father saying how much he missed me and had been thinking about me. I sent him one back telling him the same thing. And it was true. I daydreamed all day about him. There were even doodles in the margins of my notebook about him and the word 'Daddy' with a heart next to it was everywhere. God, I was obsessed. But I didn't care. I was in love.

~~~~~

That afternoon, I was in my room laying on my bed in front of the window. It faced out the front of the house so I could see when my father got home. My heart started beating quicker when I looked at the time. He was due home any minute. And if by magic, I saw his car pull in the driveway. I sprang up off the bed instantly. I wanted to show him that I had worn what he wanted.

He was just coming down the hall as I was. Again, my heart thumped heavily in my chest and I felt my skin prickle, like it was anticipating his touch. I smiled lovingly at him as I continued forward. As I got closer, I got more tense and nervous. It was hard to hold his gaze. I felt my eyes drop to the floor several times. Breathe, remember to breathe.

When we were just close enough, my father put his hand against the wall to stop me. It caught me by surprise and I stopped abruptly. My eyes widened at why he stopped me this way. But his eyes were warm, tinged with things I had seen before. Love. Lust. Power, maybe? I smiled nervously and was about to ask him what he was doing, but I didn't get the chance. He turned his body so that I had no choice but to back up against the wall. By now, my breathing and heart were out of control. I still couldn't look him in the eye for too long. Oh god, what was going on? My skin buzzed now, screaming for his attention.

He moved in close to me. Again, his scent, his closeness, made my mind go blurry. I was even more nervous now. He smiled before speaking in his normally deep voice. But this time, it held something else.

“That’s a nice skirt you have on,” he said. “Show me what’s underneath it."

I hesitated for a second, not knowing what to do. The tone of his voice had confused me for a moment. My hands were shaking as I stared at him.

"Now."

His tone was almost scaring me and I quickly obeyed. My hands lifted up the hem of my skirt to show him the panties I had on. Then I waited, wondering what he would do next. My eyes were on the floor, my body pressed back as far as it could go.

 

[Daddy2mylilgirl]

I followed Lauren's eyes as they dropped to the floor. I watched as she slowly lifted the hem of her skirt until her panties completely came into my view.

"Good girl," I quietly growled at my daughter for following my order.

I dropped my hand down and gently rubbed Lauren's knee. I felt the muscles in her legs tense. I slipped my hand in the small crack between her legs and began to slide it up the smooth skin of her thigh. God her skin felt so good. It was warm and soft. My hand crept slowly up the flesh of her inner thigh.

I heard my wife and son talking just down the hall in the living room. But my hand never moved from its spot. My eyes stayed glued to my little girl as she seemed so timid and powerless in front of me. I felt the heat of her skin on my fingers. And I felt the heat of her pussy just inches from my hand.

My cock grew as my hand got closer. I knew I would be rock hard by the time my fingers touched between my daughter's legs.

I was almost to Lauren's most private of areas. I watched her breathing become heavier and saw her nipples poking out from under her top. Finally, I reached the area between my little girl's legs.

I hit it first with the tip of my index finger and immediately felt the wet fabric stretched tight over my daughter's pussy. The rest of my other fingers knocked into each other, all wanting a touch of my little girl's most intimate area. Once my fingers had gotten there touch of the lacey, wet material between Lauren's legs, I started the very slow process of sliding my fingers out. I made sure to prolong this extraction for as long as I could. I lined my fingers up and withdrew them, making sure they kept in constant contact with the hot and wet area. I could feel the fabric of her panties soaking up her juices as I dragged my fingers out. Eventually, they were forced to release their contact from the soaked material of my daughter's panties.

I smiled as I watched Lauren moan and shake as my fingers came free.

"Soft and lacey. Just how I like," I confidently added.

"Dad. Can you help me with something?" I heard my son yell from the living room.

"Be right there," I stated as I stood in the hallway with my daughter, her skirt raised up and her panties exposed.

I placed my hand under Lauren's chin and lifted her face so her eyes would meet mine. I stared into my little girl's deep blue eyes as I raised up the fingers that had touched her where no other person has ever touched her. My fingers glistened with the juices that had soaked through her panties and lightly coated my fingers. I placed them in my mouth, tasting the sweetest thing I've ever tasted before. I hungrily sucked them clean while my daughter watched me.

"Mmmmm. Very good girl," I said before kissing Lauren on her lips making sure some of her juices transferred from my lips to hers.

"We'll talk later." I confidently stated as I started to head to the living room, leaving my daughter breathless still standing there with her skirt raised and her panties showing.

 

[Somehowyou]

Can you open this please? Best thread i read in a long time and it is not finsihed.