"You're welcome, Dad."
As he pulls me in, I feel his warmth. That's something I shouldn't like so much, you know. My legs are extended out wide as he pulls me down till I'm almost on his lap as he encourages me to lay down between his open thighs. But, Lisa, it's nice. Actually, I do mean that. A pair of curious fingers split my p***y, and a thumb gently circles my clit. Do you want to accompany us?
It's possible that if I don't, I'll perish. “Yes.”
He hasn't stopped tracing my body with his fingertips, poking and prodding me. Suggest to me, sweetie, what it is that this gorgeous p***y need. You only need to ask nicely, and I'll give it to you.
My lower lip clenches as I turn my head to stare at him. Is it safe for me to say this? I can't accept the alternative of being denied my desir
