I was always dropping stuff in front of him just to make a big show of bending over to pick it up. Daddy must have thought I was such a clutz! I’d w...ar panties and bras to breakfast in the morning. Eventually he would chastise me and ask me to cover up. I loved this! It let me know he was noticing me! I would giggle and say “why Daddy?” “You know why, Lily!” he would reply. “Ok Daddy but you’re no fun!”I knew I had to make myself look sexy for Daddy to want me. I watched hours of makeup. It’s a littleembarrassing, but I suppose you’ve seen my body before.You unbutton your jeans: soft little brown tummy, whitecotton G-string. I want to slide up your T-shirt, seethe mismatched bra, tweak your crinkly nipples – what aone-track mind! I can only plead that it was our firstholiday together, and you’re the sexiest person I know.So, you fold your knickers down, squat and balance – somuch easier to be a guy sometimes. A little puddlemoistens the dust and. When you approach the beach it is over a little slope. It is very sandy and then you get to the top and you can see the sea. It sometimes looks like chocolate milkshake when it is rough, as it mixes it all up. There are patches of rocks on the beach that you can go behind and there are dunes with aran grass on them. You can either go up in the dunes and lay down on a rug, else you get hideously sandy and it chafes, or you can go up against the rocks. The sea is too wild to go in, and sea sex is. No-nonsense,level eyes regarded him head to foot as he returned the scrutiny. Don decidedhe liked her on the spot.He extended a rough, strong hand in friendship. "Don Mulcahy, ma'am."She smiled, an enigmatic display of teeth with a genuine warmness behind it."So I heard. Very pleased to meet you. Won't you come in to my office?"He picked up the flyers and his card, offering a warm smile to the girl in theticket booth."Sorry to hold you up..." Anya," she supplied. "And it wasn't any.