What would that have even looked like, though…? Whatever. Couldn’t matter less. Fuck realism. I just wish I could have helped her there. There’s...really no cure for her anxiety like an orgasm. I wish I had lifted her up and put her on the edge of the counter. I should have gotten on my knees, put my face between her legs and licked her pussy until she came… Massaged her clit with the firm tip of my tongue, mmm… I should have pushed it inside her, and circled the walls of the entrance to. Getting the ointment, I tried taking a deep calming breath before going back to the kitchen where my beautiful daughter was waiting for me.I was on the kitchen table with a hand towel partially covering me; my daddy could see my nipples poking up, as the towel wasn't big enough to hide them.'Which leg do you think you've been bitten on baby,' daddy asked, raising an eyebrow, as he placed the ointment by the side of me. Looking up at him, I pointed to my left leg.'Lift your knees for me and hold. Make sure your lover isn't squeamish about such things; after all, you will be in the bathtub, so there shouldn't be anything to freak out about. The theory is that if you don't worry about peeing, it will help your mind to let go. You actually want to pee the first few times. Drink lots of water first, then strip and get in the bathtub. Have your lover do everything you practiced.I got naked and filled the tub with a few inches of hot water. I had Rick strip and sit in the tub with me. He. ”I stripped right in the kitchen and sat at the kitchen table as I was instructed. Keeping my cock hard was not a challenge at all. Fantasies were rushing through my head like tidal waves. I was more worried that I might explode without even touching myself than I was about not being able to stay hard. After about ten or fifteen minutes, Amanda started to wrap up cooking. She turned the stove off, put the dishes in the sink, and brought me a plate of food. I expected her to go back and get.