Two Dandy Daddies For Christmas
His chair seemed kind of far, so smoothly, without any cause for suspicion, I dragged my own seat closer to the table.
I don't know if he did it unintentionally, or he actually wanted what I was offering.
Our seats were the closest it could be to the table now, and my outstretched legs could now rest on the space between his thighs.
"Dad, have you considered allowing me to get the tattoo I wanted? I don't want anything else," Sonia cried, her attention entirely off me now.
Of course no one knew what had been happening under the table.
And strangely, hot daddy was complying.