I opened my locker and a slip of paper fell to the floor at my feet. I bent to pick it wondering what it was and how it got there. It was a piece of t...e loose leaf we used to make notes, torn from the pad and folded in four. My name was written on the front in red felt tip, the ‘a’ replaced with a heart. Clarissa’s neat hand was unmistakable. She must have slipped it through one of the vent slats at the top of the locker—the sort of things kids did when they were younger, but I hadn’t had a. ‘I wish you could have been the first Daddy, but you will be the last. I’m yours Daddy, forever if you want that. Take my bra off, I want you to love my tits.’ If I wanted her? It was all I could do to keep from crying with joy, when her breasts spilled free, they were perfect, round and bouncy. I moved from one to the other, licking one, stroking them gently, nibbling each nipple and raising tiny little Goosebumps on her skin. Janna cooed and lifted herself up, sliding the panties off. I had. The sixteen of them squeezed around the dining room table and talked about family and marriage and Rachael cried again. She could not seem to help her self and every little thing overwhelmed her. Her sisters agreeing that the dresses were pretty. Helen actually showing up for a wedding. All the hugging. And above all, that JD still wanted to marry her.After lunch, she was sent to her room for a nap, which she resisted in principal, but she felt much better when she awoke several hours later.. 15, plenty of time for what she wanted, and since she had satisfied my craving...I didn’t let her say any more, I put my hand on her thigh and pushed it under her skirt, she looked down at me kneeling at her feet and I just lifted my eyebrows at her, she knew then that I already knew what she meant. My hand under her skirt, I shuffled it round so it was nearer her ass but not quite touching it, my fingertips barely touching the edge of the lace on her underwear. My other hand was still holding.