"So I think we should get her something frilly. A Thanksgiving present, kinda." ... OK," I said, slowly. "We?"Long pause. Finally, I gave in, as she ...ust sort of stared me down like a self-satisfied housecat. "Ok. What did you have in mind?"She regained her animation, and I realized she'd been uncertain of victory in that silent debate we'd just had, although it had seemed foreordained, to me."Hmm, like a nice baby-doll thing. But here's the thing ... you have to pretend you're, like, her. ”A chair scraped on stone. Footsteps thudded. A lock clunked. The door creaked open. My father stood over me, color appearing in his normally bloodless face, his ivory skin usually melting into his pale-blond locks.“My sweetling,” he groaned, seizing my shoulders and pulling me in. “What is it? Is it about last night?”I nodded my head, my cheeks scarlet. I could just tell him it made me feel weird. Explain that he’s my father, that what we did was wrong. Instead, I let him lead me to his desk,. Spreading his shirt wide, Kathy used her finger tips and her lips to caress and kiss every inch of his body that she could reach.Suddenly she stopped. His eyes which had been closed as he savored the magnificent sensations, opened. To his astonishment, he saw Kathy virtually ripping her clothes from her body leaving only her panties. Then she dove back towards him and began to kiss him again, while her hand pulled his to her breast. He didn't know what to do, so he touched her lightly.Then he. He felt his prick begin to fill with blood. Who knew what might happen? He'd just ride along and see. They got to his favorite spot and he parked, turning off the lights. He already had the radio on and he got out his favorite make-out CD and put it in the player. He sat there, not knowing what to do."See? This isn't so bad, Daddy," said Chrissy. "I still don't understand what all the fuss is about."John leaned forward from the darkness in the back seat. "Bobby, is that all you do when you.