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As quietly as she could she made her way up to the bedside and slowly sat on the bed as it took her weight. Once she was sure her dad was still deep in his sleep, she wriggled under the sheet until she was next him. As usual he was arranged like a star fish with his arms and legs out to either side. To accommodate him she curled into a ball and put herself right by his side with his arm under her head like a pillow. Like most dads she’d heard about hers slept naked, but although all the other girls who mentioned this seemed grossed out, she didn’t mind. To be fair a lot of the of the other girl’s dads weren’t as handsome as hers, or in as good shape. A few years ago, she had to put up with a few friends who couldn’t stop gushing about her dad when they came over and saw him for the first time. Although she saw all the good features about him, to her he was always just her dad. How could she think about him that way?

I started to laugh. I couldn't help it, closing my eyes and laying back against my table, feeling the hot, sticky gift she'd just given me pooling inside my ass. The irony was just too perfect.

Staring at her right in the face. The feeling of it against her lips. The deep intoxicating smell, like the scent of his arms turned up to 100. That brief feeling of it touching the tip of her tongue when she gasped in pleasure.Of course, she felt guilty. But she was turned on like nothing had made her feel before.