Was she reading this correctly? Did Deen know that she was reading the diary? It certainly seemed like it. But it was also clear he was playing a game... and that she was reading the diary was something that would not be discussed openly, if at all. That made the whole "game" even more fun for her.It was clear from the diary that he was offering to direct her life from here on out. She had finally found someone who wanted her to continue down the path she had already started, and she realized. Then he handed me a bottle of poppers, so I did some. I have to say that stuff works fast. Fuck was I horny! Mario was a chunky guy and didn't unzip his pants. He must have sensed I had no interest in playing with his dick. Since I wasn't wearing a belt and had no underwear on, popping my cock out would just take seconds. My jeans had buttons, not a zipper. I sat back inviting Mario to go ahead and pop those buttons while I unbuttoned my shirt. In a flash I was half naked, and he took his first. He pulled her by the wrist again until she was facing him, pulling her close until he could grip the back of her neck and kiss her the way he’d dreamt of for so long. Their mouths opened and their tongues swirled around each other in a delicious dance. Daddy gripped his Baby Girl’s naked breast and squeezed, rolling her nipple between his fingers. Baby Girl moaned out loud and their kiss finally broke.“You know I love you more than anything, don’t you, Baby Girl?” said Daddy.“Yeah, Daddy, and I. "All my life my daddy was the one who told me he loved me and took care of me. He bathed me, put me to bed and kissed me good night. He was the one who got up in the middle of the night and held me and hugged me when I was sick or had a bad dream. I don't remember she ever did." Her father was a journalist with a couple of syndicated columns that did quite well, so she said. As a result he stayed at home and raised his daughter."When I was twelve Mother divorced my daddy. She got the house and.