But, not once had she referred to me as her daddy. It bothered me, it bothered me a lot. I’d decided to make and issue of it, more or less obliquely... that is her obvious disdain for me.“You need not refer to me as sir. Just call me Mister Steele. I think I can lay claim to deserving at least that much respect, don’t you?” I said.“Huh? Mister Steele?” she said. She finally seemed to get my “obliqueness.”“Oh,” she said. “Dad, I didn’t mean to...”“Dad is it now?” I said. “You and your mother may. I by now was so excited I just did what I was told and tugged my shorts down to reveal my pulsing cock in my hand. She gasped and told me it was bigger than she thought it would be, she told me to move my hand up and down the shaft and slowly pull the skin back from the tip. I asked how she knew about these things and she told me all her pals knew about cum and how it happens.As I moved my hand up and down Catherine pulled her bottoms down and I saw my first pussy bare before my eyes, it was. I was panting heavily as if I had finished a marathon. My body was drenched in sweat my breasts heaving up and down heavily. I laid myself on to the soft bed resting my head on the pillow and grabbed another one to hold in my hands.It seemed I had slept for hours but in reality I had slept for only an hour. When I woke up the clock pointed twelve in a gesture to let me know it was almost midnight. I looked out of the window into the dark beyond the trees. The silence was broken again by a. ‘I didn’t mean to, umm, service, eavesdrop, but I was urrr… service uhh, wondering ahh, kind of, offer, umm, you service?’ She smiled at me, a real smile. ‘Buy me a cup of coffee?’ ‘Absolutely.’ She was the prettiest girl I had ever been seen with. She was tall, slender, part oriental. Her mother was Asian, likely Korean. I got uscoffee and strawberry pie and we sat in the shop. She related, ‘Dad lost his job as I started on my third year at UNLV and it looked like I would have to drop out. Mom.