I went out to my car and got in, I sat there hardly believing what I doing, knowing that my ever strengthening fetish was responsible for my decision ...o do this. I was going to drive some distance from the safety of home wearing nothing but sexy beach wear.I started the car and headed off to the beach. I drove for an hour or so and finally got to the beach after an uneventful drive, although I was full of tension and excitement over what I was doing.The beach was empty, so I got out of the car.. "Do I owe them an apology?"I sighed and held my arms up to him. "Carry me into the living room so I can slip some shoes on and I will explain," I said, thinking real hard, then shook my head and added, "Some."My father saw the puddle in my room and his arms around me got tighter and the worried look on his face was the worst I had seen since the day he rescued me from the German and American cops when I was five. This was not going to be a good talk. Not by any stretch of the imagination would. Suck Daddy’s cock. Good Girl, that’s a good girl.”I concentrated on opening the back of my throat so I could take his entire cock into my mouth. I wanted to feel his cock in the back of my throat. I used my tongue all over the under side of Daddy’s shaft, back and forth, nice and slow. I tried to swallow him whole. I felt his hands gripping my hair as he started fucking my pretty face. I started moaning onto his cock and used my hand to fondle his balls. My mouth was bobbing up and down on his. It shouldnt have been with him. The words caught in his throat as he began to speak, but stopped just before anything could reach his tongue. With a deep breath, he began to trace his fingers against the back of my hand. Who should it have been? Answering with the full truth was not an option. I wouldnt allow myself to ruin his closeness with honesty. This was friendly conversation, and I was about to make it personal. He should have been my first. First and only. I settled on the response of,.