“Wait, I’m not sure if we really washed him properly, I was more interested in getting him to bed so he could sleep. I’ll get some warm water an... we can make sure.” Still half-hard, Frank went to the kitchen area and poured some water from the kettle on the fire into a bowl and mixed it with some cold from the tap. He knew full well that Leslie was watching his rigid cock and his bum as he moved around. The thought hardened him again. He turned to her and making no attempt to hide his arousal,. She changed tact, "Please? Please Daddy, please?" Stephen smiled; sometimes he just loved to tease his daughter simply so she'd beg him like that. "Oh all right baby since you asked so nicely." "Yes! Now Daddy, do it now." Stephen smiled some more as he stopped teasing his baby girl's clit with the tip of his dick. He gripped his throbbing length in his fist and held it poised at the entrance to her slick pussy slit. "Ready honey?" "Oh god yes Daddy." Addison breathed as she spread her legs. " So make a move!" We'll see. There are always people around and I don't want to get shot down in front of a crowd. It's bad enough I get hit on by thirteen-year-olds. Guys my age all think I'm that young, to look at me. And they never believe when I tell them I'm eighteen. Assholes..."Finding a movie already started on one of the cable women's channels, Susie closed the discussion and settled beside me on the couch. After a rather passionate kissing scene, the movie faded to commercial break. "Papa was really tall and wide at the shoulders. And he had this longish, dark blonde hair that always got in his eyes when he was working," she recounted, the memory bringing a smile to her face. "He was a printer and usually had ink on his hands, so he'd have either Mama one of us girls tie it back in a ponytail for him."She let out a small laugh. "Of course, he'd often chase us around the shop with those same inky fingers. Mama never seemed to mind getting caught, though. She was always a.