Itook daddy aside -- he was wearing that brown mini halter dress of mine.You know, the one that you says makes me look like a hooker? Hischestnut hair...was all curled and teased, and he had on red no-smudgelipstick and all this eyeliner and mascara. Oh, and your diamonddangling earrings that daddy gave you. He looked so hot, and without abra he was bouncing all over the place. Plus, I'd helped him shave hislegs so they were totally smooth, and got him a pair of sheer blackthigh highs. He also. So strong. So fucking manly and dominating.He was unlike anyone I had ever seen, including Nick, my boyfriend. And Nick played lacrosse professionally, never missing a day of training. A small part of me wondered if daddy had always been this way or if his years in jail had turned him into this menace of a man. I was so small when he left me and mom, I barely remembered his name. I certainly didn’t remember his handsomely rugged face or the sound of his gravely voice.“Where were you all day,. Open me up further and inhale deeply to smell my manly odor and essence. Sniff all around my asshole, noticing the fragrance get stronger as your nose moves in closer to my anus. After smelling me out for about 5 minutes, you get to taste me. Start by licking the top crevice of my ass crack from the top and taste the sweat. Take a few laps more up there, but then move down slightly and lick a little closer to my anus. Don’t taste my asshole yet though. I only let you do that after licking. But would they? And why would they? He is assuming there was a well of basic human concern out there. He’s made no attempt to come to know anyone in town. He grunts, he nods, and he says the bare minimum. Shutting himself off has been deliberate. But now, he is reaping what he’s sowed. He looks around the living room for weapons against any intruder. The poker falls to hand. He shuffles the dying embers of the fire, just to feel the meaty weight of the poker in his grip. It makes him feel.