The idea of fingerfucking his little girl to get rid of her cherry was both attractive and repellent. Actually, it was attractive, and that repelled h...m."What do I do Daddy?" she said, her trusting eyes on his. She wasn't allowed to date yet, even in groups. She had no experience with a male's hands on her body."Well, why don't you lie down on your bed, and I'll lie beside you. Who's your favorite music star?"She told him, but it was a female. It was the same with Movie stars. When asked who. He helped me fuck him putting his hands under my buttocks lifting me up and down. After some time he said he wanted to give me beer bath and asked me to get up. I stood up. He brought the remaining bottle of beer from fridge and handed it over to me. Then he lifted me in to his hands and walked in to our bathroom.He opened the bottle and was about to pour it on me. But I stopped him and sat on the toilet seat, then I asked him to pee on my face. He was surprised and asked me again what to do. I. For an instant, she had thought that a couple of the aggressive male chipmunks had seen an easy conquest wandering defenseless in the middle of the night and had pounced on her with evil intent. That had never happened to her but her female chipmunk friends had often regaled her with their tales of such episodes. The very thought made her always look furtively about her before she ventured into a strange place where she didn't know any of the many male chipmunks."They call me Ozzie, Miss. . Do you really mean that? Since Paris? Sorry you caught me doing that,” she hesitantly replied, with the look of such innocence on her face. “Of course I do, to be honest, I never thought that I would act on it, but, everything happens for a reason, Vicky. Today was meant to be,” I said to her. No words were exchanged between us as we stared deeply into each other’s eyes, happy yet unsure about the reactions we would receive from one another. Those qualms were settled when she closed her eyes.