‘Can I come and see you?’ he asked. ‘Sure. When?’ I said. ‘Now. Open your front door,’ he chuckled. I rushed to my bedroom window and look...d out. He was sitting in his car. He looked so incredibly hot. I rushed back to the phone. ‘It is alright,’ he said. ‘Just come and open the door for me.’ I said, ‘Just give me a few seconds to put something on.’ He laughed, ‘Oh, please don’t do that.’ I put down the phone and threw on my silk dressing gown. I ran downstairs and, as I got to the front door,. . is that you or am I dreaming? My pussy feels so good. It's getting hotter and hotter." "Good, Princess. I want your pussy as hot as I can make it." I bend down and put my mouth over your budding breasts. They just started budding before you turned sixteen and now they're about a B cup. They're firm and exquisite, and I love the feeling of my tongue running over your stiff nipples. And every time I do, you moan softly, or gasp with erotic shock. "Daddy? Are you sucking on my titties? Please. The noise in the closet awakened me a few times during the restless night but I just turned over the other way and drifted right back to sleep.In the morning, I tried not to look in the direction of the closet and just went to the bathroom and brushed my teeth like everything was normal. I didn't say anything when my mother gave me the delicious pancakes and my older sister was on her silly phone the entire time.I was glad to see her go out the front door and run to her school bus because I. ” She gave a little laugh, “No, I don’t think so. This was very personal writings….about my life…and stuff.” “Ahhh,” I replied with a grin. “Let me guess. Either you’ve been blogging about your family history….genealogy and such, o r you’ve been writing porn.” The look she gave me told it all. I laughed out loud. “Rachel…you’ve been writing porn stories, haven’t you?” I challenged with a laugh in my voice. She was turning several shades of red with embarrassment, so I knew I’d hit home..