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- A Father's Love
Jamie let the hot water streaming from the shower
wash over her, soaking her long raven hair and rinsing it
free of the shampoo she had just finished massaging into it.
The water ran down the length of her body, the needle spray
pelting her breasts, sensitizing her nipples, and forming
a river between them which ran down her smooth, taut tummy
and over the sparse triangle of neatly trimmed hair between
her muscled thighs.
Jamie picked up the soap from the dish and began lathering
her lean body, working the suds into a thick foam as she ran
the soap in circles over her full breasts, her fingers lightly
brushing across her taut nipples, before moving down over
her abdomen. She lathered up the triangle of dark hair between
her legs, letting her fingers lingeringly trace up and down
the lips of her teenage pussy, feeling them swell with blood
as she teased them, dragging her nail lightly up them. Losing
herself in the combined sensations of the pulsating hot water
and her fingers, she pulled back the hood of her clit, letting
her soapy finger trace circles around it, her long perfectly
sculpted nail tracing it lightly. . . .
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- A Father's Pride - Inauguration
The thing about Jacqueline, was her sweet little face and
her tiny rosebud lips…it made me so proud to know my loins
were able to produce something so bright, so vivid, and so
beautiful as my daughter, Jacqueline. For eighteen years,
I had humped that behemoth in my bed I called my wife. As
long as the gin and cigarettes didn’t run out, she was compliant
enough with her bleached pubes and too bright lipstick. But
Jacqueline, she was every daddy’s dream girl.
Since her birth, I have bathed and lotioned my daughter.
I know every inch of her body. Weekly, the aestheticians come
to the house in order to pluck and polish my little girl.
Mrs. Marquette supervised what was to be done during those
times. Quite sensible, really. After all, today’s world doesn’t
understand the father’s right to prime his daughter for sensuousness
in order for her marriage to the proper man to work out well
for all those involved. So silly, really, the conventions
of the staid middle class. . . .
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- A Daughter's Promise - Ch.
1
The day that changed my life forever began just like
any other sunny, warm May morning. I saw my husband off to
work after breakfast, did the usual household chores, had
a shower and sat down to watch some daytime T.V. I reflected
on what a happy lifestyle my husband, John, and I shared.
We're both in our mid-twenties, have a nice house, some good
friends, no kids (yet) and enjoy all the benefits that his
decent salary brings. I was roused from my reverie by the
ringing of the doorbell. I shouldn't have been surprised to
see my Dad in the porch, since we had arranged to go to the
golf driving range that morning. But I guess my . . . .
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