'Sweetie, are you ok?' He sat on the edge of my bed, his coat still in hand, he'd been to the shop for some milk this morning. I tried to swipe the tears away from my eyes quickly before he could see me but when he walked into my room he noticed straight away. 'Molly?' I heard my dad call as the front door was closed.
It was about seven months ago now since my daddy made me squirt for the first time in the woods, and it hasn't been the last time.Īll my friends always noted how hot my dad was and I had to agree, for a 35 year old my he was good looking.
We were closer than all my friends seemed to be with their dad's and I loved that. My mom had died when I was two years old so I never actually knew her, my dad had raised me.
