Sandy wasn't far behind, and they went in the house to look at the messages Eric sent. They were all over the board, from regret, to downright derogat...ry, and few that seemed a bit threatening. "Well," dad said before a deep exhale, "I think maybe we should call the police and let them see it. And tomorrow we will go get a restraining order. How much stuff do you have over there pumpkin?" His words were soothing to her. "Just normal stuff dad, clothes mostly, I don't want it. I just want him. “Yeah, I know, I know. Child services got involved. God it was messy! Dad got custody and mom got nothing. She went into the business full time. She’s now a pageant coach. She probably gives her girls special glittery kneepads.”“Christ, I don’t know what to say.”“It’s not your fault, Mike. You don’t have to say anything.”“Kacey...”Kacey slipped off his shirt and crawled into bed with him. “Just hold me.”Mike could figure that out. After a bit, Kacey began moving against him, and holding became. She did a bit and I managed to get the head in at last. She gasped and went rigid, tightening every inch of her body. I pushed a bit and felt her open up for me. She let a loud yelp of pain go and slapped at the mattress, trying to bear the pain. Slowly I pushed, about halfway in by now. She wasn't asking me to stop or resisting, but was still nervous-tight."Do you want to stop or try another position?" What..other...OUCH....position...can...we...OHHHHHH" she got out before I felt her. He finally uses his fingers to open me more and I gasp as my folds spread for him. I imagined him taking a deep satisfied breath and sigh as if he's found the reason he lives right there between my legs. He dived for my pussy and starts to greedily suck the bud of my clit into his mouth and moaned on it. As I thought about that I slipped the hood of my clit back and fingered myself there as my thighs fell open more. I let out a moan and cried out, "Daddy! Oh! Daddy! Hmmm!". In my mind, Daddy.