Crazy Adventures
Feigning sleep, I rolled over and curled into him, ending so my lips were less than a half inch from his cheek, each of my breaths gently tickling him as my breasts comfortably pressed into his strong chest.
He finally left, maybe two hours later, but I knew he had enjoyed sleeping next to his eighteen year old daughter, the continuous hardness against my thigh a graphic proof.
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Daddy was still sleeping when I entered his room the next morning, a question burning in my brain as I urgently shook him awake, wanting an answer to something he had written in his letter.
"What honey?" he finally growled as his head emerged from under his sheet.
"What did you mean about Paris and pearls in you