It had been a painful six months. Thinking about everything that had happened, brought tears to her eyes. She was trying to get lost in one of her boo...s, but instead she found her mind wandering. She was remembering last Christmas. Oh it had been a wonderful time. She could still hear the laughter of the children as they surrounded Debbie's father, George, who was dressed as Santa Clause.April, her precious little girl was wearing her pink Barbie princess little dress. She was twirling around. I feel the smile against my lips and his tongue soon plays with mine once more. The humor of the moment is gone, quickly replaced by long, deep strokes of our tongues, tasting brandy and soda. He stands, as do I. I feel his arm sweep under my knees and lift me to him. I am cradled in his embrace as he carries me into the living room. ‘What about your pie?’ I whisper, my tongue touching his ear. ‘Later,’ he answers. The fireplace roars bright, while candles shimmer in the windows. He slides me. "This is not right. You said it yourself." It is right, Daddy," she replied. "I was wrong. I know you love me. I love you, too, and I wanted you to feel that." She took my hand and placed it on her breast. "Please be gentle, Daddy. I want you to make me as happy as Mommy was."I buried my face in her breasts, kissing the nipples and feeling them grow as she laid back and let me instruct her in the gentle art of love. She ran her fingers across my chest, teasing my nipples to make them hard.. Laughing, she just said she was sure I meant in the house, not in her car coming through the city. I just shook my head.No, I meant when you stepped out of the car, you could have undressed in the car before leaving it, but you had to push a little. With that, I pulled her into my living room as it was and wrapping both arms around her waist, holding her tightly, I slipped the zipper of her dress down until I just stepped back and the dress just fell to the floor at her feet.Helping her step.