“No daddy,” she smiled. Her eyes were still on my crotch. God how I wanted to touch her. As if reading my thoughts, she moved uncomfortably on the bed beside me and her skirt slid up. For the first time in my life I noticed how fucking incredible her legs were. Long, slender, perfectly formed and tanned. I’ve seen her in a bathing suit, in a bra and panties, and naked and drunk once. But I never made the connection between my daughter, and a woman. Now I was. I was making all sorts of connections. My daughter was a woman. She was an incredibly sexy woman. I could still remember her slender legs, open pussy, and that little tuft of brown pubic hair. How I envied Skipper.
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