He had her hips cradled in his hands, her legsspread open resting on his shoulders. Her hands werefree, but he still bound her to him. He kneeled movi...gher hips closer to her face, her knees were around hisshoulders now. She felt his tongue slide around her inner thigh. Sheclosed her eyes, imagining where he would go next. Nexthe would push her back down again, to bite thatsensitive spot behind her knee. That always made hernipples tighten, whether in anticipation or just becauseit gave her. Again I adjusted my shirt. Leave it how I put it, or dont wear it was all daddy said over his newspaper. I immediately adjusted it back to how I thought he had it, before continuing with my breakfast. After Daddy put his paper down, he got up, and went into the kitchen. When he stood up, I saw that although he had boxers on, his penis was hanging out of his fly, and was semi-hard. I figured that it was due to him pinching my nipples and continued to eat my cereal. Daddy came back to the table. Holding them up, he looked at her eagerly. Then, playfully teasing him, she asked. Awfully sure of yourself, arent you? Not starting to take me for granted now, are we? No, he stammered nervously, its just that I figured like, you know, maybe youd, wed, Before he could finish, she leaned down and kissed him reassuringly. She could taste her own secretions on his lips. Funny, it never occurred to her that her theory that it wasnt really incest as long as her wore a condom didnt apply to his. Still listening to the voice ramble on she says ‘especially the girl sitting in seat number 6, wouldn't’t want her hanging would we’. Thinking nothing of it and trying to find out what person was sitting in number 6 I took the time to look at everyone, they were looking at me. Spreading my legs to see what seat number I had I realized I was sitting in seat number 6. It had finally clicked, the voice was that ticket girl who had served me earlier that day, becoming embarrassed I slowly bury my.