" Looking at her daddy as he was still cringing from her shriek, she quickly apologized to him, "Sorry, Daddy, but hurry up and get changed." No probl...m Honey, you just need to lower your shrieks a little, they get a little loud at times, especially around Christmas."Getting up, he walked over and gave his angel a good morning kiss, "Did you sleep ok?"Lisa hugged her father tightly. "Yeah, I did. No nosebleed last night so that was good. I wish they would figure out why I am having them. Did. I couldn't believe this was happening. I shouldn't feel these emotions for my father. My heart raced. I lifted my head. My tongue wet my lips. I wanted him to just claim me. To forget that he was my father.What was wrong with me? I shouldn't feel this for my father, but... but...His hands gripped my shoulders again, his hands were so large. So strong. He leaned down and kissed my forehead. Not my lips. I felt the heat searing across my temple. He broke it, smiling at me again as I swooned.“How. He lay quietly as I went about cleaning him up for a second time. When I was done, I leaned over and gave him a quick kiss on the lips, then another on his forehead. I ruffled his hair, put my tits away, and buttoned up my shirt. His cock was softening some, but not much. The power of youth. "Well, after all that, I have some things to attend to myself. When your b*****r gets home, can you try to keep him downstairs? I don't want him upstairs while I'm in my room masturbating, I might get a. “Hi”, they said, “we were passing and thought we’d drop in for a coke or something”. The girls, Linda and Sue, went to a different school from me but both lived nearby and I’d known them both for several years. They were in their school uniforms as they had been taking a chemistry exam that morning but that wasn’t one of my subjects.“We also wanted to ask you about Paradise Lost (the epic poem by John Milton) as we can’t get a hold on what questions might be asked about it in tomorrow’s English.