Wouldn’t it be cool if my daddy made a sexual move on me. I would let him. We could make out when mom was not home. As I thought I put my hand insid... my panties and I was really wet. I closed my eyes and leaned against my bedroom wall. I relived Trina’s finger in me and then on to my daddy doing it instead. I felt an orgasm building up in my pussy.I took my thoughts further. My daddy’s finger was now his hardon going in and out of my pussy. Now the orgasm increased and was about to happen. I. We locked into our most passionate kiss yet. More followed. We couldn’t get enough of each other. It wasn’t lust, although there were elements of that in our lips and tongues meeting. This was love and passion overflowing.Fifteen minutes later we took a break to embrace. “Are we nuts?” I asked. “Can this happen this quickly?”“There are two little girls upstairs that know it’s true!” she explained. “And Sarah told me last Sunday that she never believed in love at first sight until she saw us. Danny had always expressed the same preference. It was a natural that Danielle be required to wear them, and she was just as enthusiastic about it as I. We did go a bit overboard on hosiery, acquiring some three-dozen pair in assorted styles and colors. It seemed almost an afterthought to get Danny's ears pierced before we left the mall. We started with two in each ear, with starter studs in each. I would expand her collection of earrings after the piercings healed — and probably the number of. In all things he took the lead. From picking out where we ate to leading me through crowded sidewalks. I knew that if I had voiced dissent or concern he would have listened, but I was most comfortable letting someone else lead and I had no complaints.Next was a play, and then we had a late dinner in a place that I was clearly undressed for. He didn't even let me look at the menu, but I am positive that the meal cost more than what I spent a week on groceries. It was divine. A steak so juicy.