As luck would have it, the drive was beautiful, until I hit her two-mile long driveway. Then the snow came down like a blizzard.Heather greeted me war...ly and she had dinner already prepared. We had an elegant time, wining and dining, until the fireplace drew our attention. Then, the power went out.Heather sighed and said, "Well, I guess that's that."I offered to get some firewood and made the trek to her shed. When I returned with an armload, she had comforters and pillows all laid out before. Had news of this gotten from beyond the doors of her bed chambers, it would be a political scandal unlike any the country had seen. Moreover, she had yet to have the crown set upon her royal head. Would this be the way she wanted her reign to begin before the coronation ceremony the following morning?However, she did need the opportunity to unwind. She had needed it all day. And, the doors of her bedroom were terribly thick – they had to be, considering the imminent danger a ruler was in at all. Guess how you're going to wake me up?”“By sucking it again?” she guessed, and he smiled at her, ruffling her hair and leading her to his bed. He made her kneel beside it, then pointed out a box of tissued on his nightstand. “What are those for?”“When I come in your mouth, there's going to be WAY more than you can swallow,” he told her. “Those are for cleaning up the mess it's going to make.”“I don't know what that means,” she said. “What mess?”“You'll find out,” he said, smiling. “Just keep. . natural. "It's all for you, Daddy," I purred. "Please touch me. I want your hands on me." His resistance gone, Dad bent down and kissed me with full, pent-up passion. His lips then worked their way across my face, nibbled my ear lobe and kissed their way down my neck. His right hand gently caressed the skin of my legs, belly and back. He wasn't touching my breasts or pussy mound just yet. My father was a patient lover, perhaps because he was fresh off a huge orgasm. But I was aching for.