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Living with daddy Part III

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PART ONE : A VISITOR OF THE NIGHT Daddy woke me up in the middle of the night. Generally getting woken up would make me angry, but he was an exception to that rule. I was glad to see him. My heart raced wondering what it was that he wanted. By the look on his face I knew something was not wrong, so it had to be something good, and I was very much into good stuff. “What is it daddy,” I asked him in my cute little girl voice. My daddy did not say anything. He leaned forward into me and began to kiss me hard. I wrapped my arms around him and pulled him down on top of me. His body was warm on top of mine and I slid my hands under his shirt to bring them up to temperature. His skin was so warm I wanted it wrapped all around me. “Moira,” He pulled away and looked me in the eyes. “Would you like to sleep in bed with me from now on?” I was a little surprised as to why he would want that. I knew we had been doing things, but wasn’t sleeping in a bed another form of being intimate? “Look,” he began, moving to sit on the edge of the bed. He looked away from me and I felt saddened by this. I felt like not answering right away had hurt my daddy’s feelings. “If you istanbul travesti don’t want to, its okay. I was just wondering. “Daddy,” I whispered pulling him back into me. His back was pressed up against my chest and I laid my head down on his shoulder. I hugged him gently from behind and whispered into his ear. “I would love to share your bed with you daddy.” PART TWO : MY NEW BED I crawled into my daddy’s bed beside him. He wrapped his arm around me and threw the covers over us. I was not sure if there was something more to this or if we were just supposed to sleep. I knew deep down that I wanted more. The closer he was to me and the more he touched me, the more I wanted him. Daddy’s arms felt warm around my body. I was wearing only a skin tight t-shirt and a pair of panties. I did not have a lot to keep me warm, so I pushed up closer to him to absorb the heat that he was pushing off. “Daddy,” I asked him quietly, not sure as to why I was whispering, but it felt right. “Do you love me?” “Of course I love you,” My daddy answered. He tightened his arms around me slightly, as if hugging me to his body. I felt every inch istanbul travestileri of my body perk up to him. I wanted him more then anything in that moment. I was ready for him and I knew he was ready for me too. “I am ready,” I said to him. He told me that he would fuck me when I wanted him to and I want him to. More then anything I wanted my daddy to take my virginity. I had done many things sexually and I loved doing them, but I was ready to take the next step and I felt daddy was the perfect person to take it for me. He did not answer me right away and that worried me. Was he not ready to take the step with me? Was he starting to think that maybe this was something that he did not want? Did he not want me in that way? I almost got out of the bed for the way my stomach turned but he had me held tightly against him. “Are you sure,” he asked, his voice more shaky then I had heard it yet. He seemed to hold me just a little tighter, which made me want to jump him right there, but I did not know if he really wanted this or not. “Yes,” I said in the most certain voice I could. I know that I was ready to take that step travesti istanbul with him. I knew that he was the man of my dreams and I wanted to give him every part of me. I wanted to be his forever and I wanted him to take me anyway he wanted. “I have never been more sure about anything in my entire life.” Once again, daddy did not speak. I hated when he was silent. I never knew what he was thinking and that bothered me. I felt like all of my thoughts were being shouted out for everyone to hear but his were so silent, they did not even leave hints as to what they were. My thoughts disappeared when daddy ran his hand down the side of my leg. I got the chills and every inch of my body perked up. My eyes rolled into the back of my head and my breathing got shallow. I could not believe this was actually going to happen. You want something for so long that the thought of it actually happening was just hard to accept. I was going to get to make love to my daddy. “Moira,” he whispered in my ear as he ran his hand along the front of my panties, making my pussy drip. “I have to let you know that this might hurt.” I turned and looked my daddy in the eyes. He looked as if he was worried. Worried about hurting me maybe, or worried that this was going to be a bad idea. Though I still had that feeling that he was doubting this, I think deep down he wanted this and was no longer going to protest my wants and desires. “It’s okay daddy,” I told him reassuringly.

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