Usually I get wrapped up in a book, get lost in it, am dead to the real world. On one occasion I even had read the whole night even though I had an ex...m the next day. But not today. Today my mind kept wandering back to the last weekend. I noticed and tried to concentrate again. But I could nearly feel his tongue circling my nipple. Only when I tried to reread the last paragraph I realized that I could feel it. Really feel it. But it was my finger, idly circling my now hard nipple.Groaning I. I made sure I hugged him every day, holding him each time just seconds longer than normal, making Daddy feel the woman I was. I'd join him in the TV room fresh from the shower, perfumed now, and just in a robe, and would snuggle against him as we watched a rented movie I'd chosen. Over those weeks and months Daddy increasingly stayed home more than he had ever done before, hardly ever missing dinner, his social life now evenings with his daughter. I even teased him from time to time, as I'd. Slowly with considerable difficulty I got the end in, then rolling us both over, I mad ehim sniff a stimulant and a popper. He went absolutely wild pumping and shagging into me deeper and deeper but he was so wide now he could not get inside my cervix. I was totally sated, and he kept it up nearly all day repeatedly stopping after ejaculating, then returning to enter me again and to force his shaft into me re-impregnating me with massive amounts of sperm and making my pussy and whole body a. I had a little red wagon that contained my stock of give-a-way or trial cookies.After knocking on the door I deliberately turned around and bent over to get some of the cookies, staying that way because I knew that the old man would see the bottom half of my butt cheeks and my ripe peach sticking out between my legs. As he opened the door I heard a gasp and had to suppress a giggle. I bent one knee then the other as I straightened the first to get my bottom to rock back and forth as I was.