“Daddy…” I whispered into the dark, his hand coming to grab my head then. He stroked my cheek, his voice hesitant as he spoke next.“...Yes, Ba...ygirl?” he asked.“It tastes good, Daddy,” I sleepily whimpered.He seemed to relax then, pulling the first small lolli away again. It was only a second til the bigger, warmer lollipop was pushed against my tiny mouth.This time I opened my mouth without hesitation, now more prepared for the size of the bigger candy. Daddy pushed the larger, drippy sweet. As he talked with her telling her to relax, get the emails sent out and go home for a peaceful weekend.I stood in front of John licking my lips and touching my breasts through my suit jacket. John sat in the chair just staring at me. I unbuttoned my jacket letting it open to reveal my bra. I ran my hands over my tits, then down my torso. I rubbed my ass, then lifting one foot up on the armrest of his chair; I rubbed my leg from my foot to my upper thigh. John's eyes looked hungry from. ..This little girl was a freak.The first clue was when I went to take a piss, she would follow me into the bath room and hold my dick to direct the stream when I was done she would lick my slit clean and dry it with that beauitful hair. When I tryed to tell her no she would just say Your my daddy and I have to take care of you. She refused to were any cloths in the house saying little grils have to be naked at all times to make their daddy horny, on that I couldn't dissagree.That night our. It's a cross between a North Sea Motor Trawler and a sail cruiser. It's not built for speed, but it will go anywhere in complete comfort and safety. It's the perfect boat for my kind of sailing. The reason you don't see many of them is that there aren't many around in North America, and even fewer on the Pacific side. This one was brought over with a smaller sister boat to a marina in Sydney, on Vancouver Island."The current owner, George McConnell, is the second owner. The first one only kept.