We worked well together as I fell deeper in love with this girl from England. She was such a joy with her bubbly personality, and her bit of mischievo...sness, too. She loved playing little jokes on me. It would not surprise me to find out she had contrived some little surprise. So much for that much vaunted 'British reserve'.We were sipping hot chocolate one evening, watching the snow come down, when she asked a question that gave me pause for thought."How come the future you was able to bring. "Please fuck me, Daddy!" I moaned as his lips moved down to my neck, kissing and sucking, sending goosebumps over my entire body.Dad didn't hesitate as he lifted my skirt up and pressed the head of his cock against my wet opening. He pushed himself into me little by little allowing his man meat to be coated with my juices. Each thrust going deeper and deeper inside of me. I needed it all and it was driving me wild. Each time his cock spread me open felt better than the last until finally, he. "Or, I guess, I scare me. You're so pretty, Kathleen ... I'm afraid to touch you."She looked at him a little oddly; but thought carefully before she spoke. "Don't you even want to kiss me?"He moved quickly toward her and bruised his chest on the steering wheel. "Oh, yes, I do ... very much."She leaned her head back against the car seat and tilted her face to him. In the body language of the time, that meant 'Do it, you idiot'.Nick pulled the car over to the side of the road, leaned over and. He taught her how to play guitar and taught her many of the songs she now performs. By the time she was a teenager she knew how to play literally hundreds of folk songs on guitar."My uncle loved folk music. And the Beatles." She smiled as she spoke."I know some Beatles songs." I said somewhat proudly.She handed me the old Martin. I took hold of it carefully. It was quite a beautiful instrument. All the varnish on the neck was warn smooth from years of playing. The guitar was in remarkable.