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He can’t tell it like you and his voice is all wrong. “Daddy!, that’s not what it says!, tell the sex part….please?” I said: “Why don’t you have your boyfriend read it to you?” I started cleaning it up removing the sex. I started reading the story…but….started changing the words. It was time for me to play a trick on her. I think it was “Making my daddy cum”, or something like that, so I knew her trick was aimed at me. I recognized the story, even with the title removed. Why me? She has a boyfriend to handle her attention, but she’s after my attention? She rubbing her leg on mine slightly, like I ’won’t’ notice? Why couldn’t I have a plain looking daughter instead of a blond beauty with a body and tits that got the attention of any male.
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Leaving the bathroom door open as she dressed, same with the shower door and her bedroom door. It was that time in life when girls want sexual attention. I wondered if he would read it, and if he did, what would he do? It started out mild, then it slowly got hotter and hotter.
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He began to read the story as I had it all ready for him. I slowly put my leg over his one leg, and left it there. I liked that and sure wanted more kisses like that.Īs he got ready to read, I snuggled in close to him and put the covers over his robe. I held it and ran my tongue quickly over his lips. I turned my head, pulled his head, and we kissed on the lips. This time I was all ready for something different. I said: “Kiss first.” and as always he leaned over to kiss the top of my head. He leaned back beside me with his big pillow behind him. He picked up my lap top and sat on my bed. I hoped he would read it and I could secretly rub myself while he read. This story had lots of ‘tingle’ parts in it. He had a soft whispery way of telling the story that just gave me tingles, when he read those ‘certain’ parts. I knew it had some sex in it and I wanted to see if her would read it with deep smooth sexy voice. I had it in my lap top and he sat on the side of my bed to read it to me. As I grew up I found a hot love story for him to read. Mom had always gone to bed early and it became ‘my time’ with my daddy. I watched my virgana squarm, _My daddy had always read me a bedtime story before bed.