I have always been a daddy's lady friend. Even at a very young age I would sit on my daddy's lap and want to be the snapper of his attention.

I didn't have to work hard at being a daddy's girl. Others could tell I had daddy rapped around my little finger's breadth and could get anything I wanted.

I was your typical little girl with long brunette hair and kept it tied back it either a jigger tail or pig tails. It was soft as silk and flowed down my back to my bubble hind end.

My eyes matched the color of my hair and when I smiled I had two deep pregnant chad on either face of my cheeks and people always held my Kuki-Chin, lifting my head back and said things like,"you are as cute as a little bug,"and I would gush with pride and look at my dad and he would always look at me with his ardent smile of approval.

When I reached my adolescent years I sure received my share of looks from boys and grown men alike. I had lost my"child"fat and filled out in all the right places with nice sexy curve. I still didn't have much in the way of dummy but they were still developing.

I was never embarrassed about my body and usually moved around the house scantly clothed when it was just Mom, Dad and me at home. I realized early on the fewer clothes I wore make my Dad to appear in my commission when I entered the way.

I was close to my mother and we had a heavy mother-daughter relationship and people were always saying I was the jr. interlingual rendition of my mother because I took after her with looks and having a similar dead body build.

I clearly remember the day in High schoolhouse, as if it were yesterday that my Aunt Julie came to the School to take me household. My mother had taken a flight of steps back to Illinois to care for my grandma, who had recently fallen and broke her hip, so I was expecting my Fatherhood to pick me up but here was my Aunt instead.

It was clear from the red eyes of my aunt that she had been crying and was full of pain sensation that she had something dreadful to severalise me but wanted to hold off until we were alone. I didn't know what to make of it but I sensed I was not going to like what my aunt had to tell me.

When we reach her car she didn't pain in the ass to start the vehicle but turned sideways in the fanny and looked deep into my eye. I could see tears welling in her oculus and pain was all over her facial expression. Her Chin was quivering with the news she was about to portion with me.

She started slow,"Kim, you know your female parent took a flight of steps this morning to go care for your gran right ?"I nodded my head acknowledging her motion. She continued,"We don't have many details yet….."She paused. I reached over and touched her bridge player to comfort her. I thought something had happened to grannie.

After a prospicient silence my auntie made another endeavor to start again."There was a smaller aircraft that somehow………"She went silent again and my mind was starting to put the puzzle together that the fearful news was not about my Grandmother but my female parent.

My Aunt said something about a smaller aircraft being on the incorrect rails and there was a collision with my female parent's flight and it didn't feeling like there were any survivors…….

I felt my ears go hot. My caput began throbbing and I don't retrieve much more after that which was said.

My don had immediately upon receiving news about mom's flight had boarded the adjacent usable flight to Illinois.

I remained in my room crying and praying that this was all a bad dream and I would soon ignite up.

Dad accompanied my female parent's body back household and we had a very nice funeral for her. I was in a daze and 24-hour interval turned into week and workweek turned into month. I was in my own human beings hurting. I wasn't even surely about the hurting dad was experiencing.

I graduate high-pitched shoal but spent most of my fourth dimension in my bedroom listening to music. Dad checked on me from time to time and we would sit and sing and he would throw me. I will always be grateful to him for that time I needed hugs and reassurance.

I slowly was coming to grasp with the loss of mom and started hanging out with Friend again. I would get plate and find dad asleep in the life room in his easy president with his reading lamp on and a book in his lap along with his spyglass. I guess he didn't want to go to his own bedchamber that held memories for him.

I found myself starting to think Sir Thomas More about my dad's indigence and began helping more around the star sign. One night we were on the couch together watching a comedy movie and at one point we both were laughing at the panorama and I realized we were going to be alright.

I guess because of mom being taken from us I had become a late bloomer in the sex department and was really naive. I had heard little girl talk sure but I really didn't know how it all worked.

It was around this time I became aware of my soundbox. My titty had gotten bigger and my nipples seemed to be erect all the time. Once I wore a loose blouse with no bra and my mammilla were stiff and the material was rubbing the peak making my nipples sore and tender.

I lay in bed friction and pinching my nipples to gain ground some embossment and discovered this caused me to get wet between my legs and a tingle in my belly.

The touch confused me and not having anyone else to talk to about it I decided to ask dad since we were very close and talked about everything and anything.

As I made my way into the living room I could see the glow from dad's Reading lamp and thought I heard him moaning softly. I thought something was wrong so I was moving slowly but quietly. When dad came into view I could see apparent movement from his lap area.

There were some larger pieces of furniture in the living room which allowed me to get very close yet arrest hidden from dad's scene. My eyes bugged out when I saw what dad was doing. He had his dick out of his zipper hole and he had his hand around it and slowly moving his bridge player up and down on his shaft.

I know it was wrong and I should make given him privacy and gone back to my elbow room but I couldn't help myself this was the first of all time I had seen a guy's thing and to see anyone masturbate.

I don't recognise how long I watched but after a while his script became a blur and soon his torso tensed and he reached for a tissue beside his easy chair and placed the tissue over his thing and his consistence relaxed so I made my way back to my bedroom.

I lay in bed thinking about what I had seen and then became aware how wet I was between my leg. I thought I had peed myself in fear of getting caught but this was different ; the wetness was milklike and viscous so I knew this wasn't pee but I was also incertain what it was. I cleaned up and lay back in bed, my caput swirling with thoughts and questions.

My mammilla were hurting again and very hard so I was rubbing them and I felt wet again and I was like,"What the hell !"I touched myself between my stage and it felt like I had been struck by a lightning bolt but it was a good feeling. I touch myself some more and care it.

I began to think about dad, sex, that wetness I experienced, the warm tingling sensation I felt while touching myself between my legs….all this was new territory for me.

In the 24-hour interval that followed I became aware of my dad more in a sexual way ; not about having sex with him but the sexual needs of man and things like that. I didn't know women have sexual penury also.

I caught dad looking at me strangely in the mornings when I was in my nighttime apparel and raiding the refrigerator for orange succus or a snack. I sensed I had a force over my dad and that intellection gave me a strange feeling.

I went online and understand about masturbation of men and fair sex and understood about the wetness between my legs.

I wanted to watch dad again and devised a plan.

I began to hold out just panties and a loose top around the house and I caught dad looking in my centering several times.

I would bend over and earmark my father to see my panties stretched over my bubble ass. I would lean over in front of him knowing he could see down my loose top and perhaps see my hard nipples.

I did this up until it was bed time. I would hold back about 30 minutes after I told dad I was headed to bed and sneak out to the keep room.

My design worked I caught him masturbating almost every night about the same time but it was disappointing because I couldn't see much because he kept his pant on and brought his manhood through the zip fastener hole.

One night after he had finished and he placed the tissue paper over his prick I decided to stay a short longer. At one point He removed the tissue to the side and he took his digit and gathered what was collected in the tissue and brought it up to his nose then placed it on his knife and I thought,"whew !"But it also made me wonder what it tasted like what he had placed on his tongue.

I had been out with friends and told dad I would be sleeping over at her firm but she had a fight with her young man and the two was trying to work things out so I decided to come up back home.

I entered the house through the plunk for entering and made my way to the living room to check on dad and got a surprisal. Dad was in his easy electric chair completely naked and had an vacate dry pint whiskey bottle adjacent to him on the chocolate board.

I figured he was wasted and I was going to cover him up and went to get a cover from the Charles Francis Hall closet.

Dad's dick was lying on his tummy.

I thought I might not ever again get to see a dick up close and personal again so I was going to take reward of dad's crapulence.

I placed the blanket on the floor for padding and knelt beside his gentle hot seat. I softly called dad to stir up up and he did not so I proceeded with caution.

I touched his dick. It was very diffuse and warm. I watched his face and wrapped my script around his shaft but couldn't get my fingers all the way around it.

I lifted it up off his belly and noticed liquid dripping from the tip. I took my finger's breadth and scooped up some of the liquid and placed it on the tip of my tongue.

It tasted unlike. Not bad just different. It tasted sort of starchy with a mite of coarseness.

Then I became very hardy and leaned over his crotch area and took his peter into my mouth and listened for any changes in his ventilation that might consecrate any denotation he was waking up.

From checking out masturbation online I had also read about blow Book of Job and how to rove my lips back to comprehend my teeth so it wouldn't hurt a guy's shaft. So I began to moving his peter in and out of my oral cavity and sucking and to my utter amazement his cock started to uprise openhanded and get tough like my tit do sometimes.

I really liked the idea I could make dad's peter hard and then it shot a white milky substance down my throat causing me to rear back in surprise and choke coil. I could tell from the taste it was the same liquid I had tasted earlier dripping from the tip of his dick.

I cover his naked form up with the blanket and headed to my bedroom. My meat was racing and the wetness between my legs was like a screwing river.



I started touching my nipples and I felt that tingling between my legs so I used my discharge manus to rub my pussycat agglomerate and oh my god the notion was so intense.

I used more atmospheric pressure and moved my bridge player faster like I had seen dad do on himself and shortly a brawny feeling of pleasance wracked my physical structure.

Not only was I wet but some liquidity shot out of my cunt hole like the liquid state had done with dad's dick.

The liquid was white and creamy like papa but mine was more like piss than dense goo but I concluded whatever had happen to dad just happened to me and it was so intense that it made my hale consistency shake and shake.

I had never felt anything else that even compared to this experience.

I thought I could get word from my dad so I devised yet another wicked program. I did my teasing early in the evening then I'd William Tell dad I was going to my booster's family for several 60 minutes and then I would secretly sneak back into the house to see dad masturbating.



Dad thought he was alone in the home and would take his clothes off to wank and this allowed me to get a very proficient view. This was all office of my programme and my sex education.

The first base time I sneaked into the home and made my way to the living way He had already begun stroking his severe kernel. His balls were bouncing and making a slapping sound.

The head of his cock was a deep purpleness colour and the nervure on his peter were sticking out.

He looked so hard, like a steel rod.

His dick had an arch to it and was able to tinge his belly button.

He took a cargo area of his shaft with his potent hired man and was moving up and down slowly and moaning softly.

I could separate he was feeling a lot of pleasure like I had when I had touched myself. After some time he picked up the pace of his crusade but had a firm rhythm.

I knew he was close when his hand social movement became a blur.

Suddenly his legs went rigged and he was bucking his hips. He arched his backrest and made a loud grunt.

If I didn't know unspoiled I would accept thought he was moaning in pain. With another loud grunt he thrust his hips hard into the air and flannel goo blastoff from his cock and landed on his cervix and chest.

He bucked his hips a duo Sir Thomas More time and each time shot a rope of hot cum into the air.

Then he went limp and released his travelling bag on his cock and placed his coat of arms on either side of his hips but his turncock seemed awake and was jumping with each beat of his heart and pounding.

Caucasian goo continued to transude from the tip of his dick. Then he reached for tissue and I put together what the tissue was for and what he had tasted the other night.

I went to my room and threw off my dress and crawled onto my bed and began to rub my douse pussy.

I start bucking my rosehip and quivering and within seconds I was squirting that T. H. White liquid all over my hired hand and running down my ass and soaking my sheet.



I became bolder as clip went on and I would only wear one of dad's large T shirts and no panty and bring a towel with me to watch dad's Night routine.



I would observe dad stroke his hot dick while I rubbed my snatch. I got so full at it I could clock time my climax with his.

A twain times I accidentally made a noise but luckily dad couldn't hear me over his own grunting.

I had been watching porn on the Internet and I had so many question about sex and knew there was More to all this than I was experiencing and I wanted to feel it all.

I decided to fortune the losing my appearance of dad masturbating to learning more by pretending to take hold of dad doing the dirty deed and have that over his school principal as leverage to get what I needed.

As it turned out I didn't need to do that because dad was willing to learn me.

I wanted this to happen so badly that I was going to behave very badly.

I came into the Lapplander room my dad was in wearing only my big T shirt and nothing underneath. My nipples were very strong and were very seeable poking out into the slenderize cotton material.

I sat cross legged across from dad and opened my leg to allow him to see my shaved twat but pretended to be unaware of my photograph.

I wanted him all worked up.

After a piece I gave dad my story again about outgo time away from the house.

I knew I would catch him completely naked and that's what I wanted so I left the house and waited for a while for dad to feel prophylactic and well-off .