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It had been over 10 years since my wife passed away suddenly. Even though I had become very lonely I never really felt like getting back into the dating scene. Raising a young daughter as a single father was hard enough. Maintaining a relationship with a woman, I felt, would have distracted me from that priority.
That's not to say that my sexual urges were diminished. Lacking a regular sexual partner, my libido seemed to increase to levels like that of a teenager. Nevertheless, I tried to use porn and masturbation to satisfy my sexual needs while concentrating on my career and raising my daughter.
On that note, a father could not have asked for a better daughter than my Hannah. Her mother's death had, as one would expect, a profound effect on her. Yet Hannah was resilient. Throughout her high school years she never gave me any trouble. She never rebelled. She was smart, sweet, kind, and achieved exemplary grades. My only concern was that she was somewhat introverted. She enjoyed losing herself in her books while listening to the latest 80's music on the radio. She drew and wrote poetry. She never really dated, even though she was beautiful. Teen romance didn't seem to interest her.
Back in those days, you had to rent or buy porn on VHS video tapes. To satisfy my urges, I frequented an adult bookstore on the outskirts of town. We lived in a large city, so I was never concerned about being recognized. Luckily I never was.
I discovered glory holes while watching videos in the booths at the store. I wasn't versed in the etiquette of glory holes at first - the fingers coming through the hole as a sign to stick your cock through, or the expectation to knock on the wall before you cum. But I learned quickly. I never had the urge to be on my knees as a cocksucker, but after being sucked off the first time by an anonymous individual on the other side of that wall I realized I was hooked.
More like addicted.
To give you a little more information in the context of my activities, I'm very well endowed. I don't mean that as a conceit. My wife always commented on it throughout our marriage. Sometimes intercourse was difficult for her because of it, and I felt somewhat guilty as a result. But at the glory hole, my cock was an asset. Soon after I began frequenting the store to have my needs met anonymously, I found a regular participant to service me there. All I knew was that he was married, bisexual, and seeking to fulfill his sexual urges as well. We decided on a regular schedule to meet there, and did so for several years. I never saw his face or knew his identity, which was fine with me.
Then one day he disappeared unexpectedly. I would show up, but he never did again. I would get a blowjob anyway because some other individual always seemed to be there, but my regular cocksucker had learned exactly what I liked, how to prolong my pleasure, and how to induce the largest ejaculations - and most pleasurable orgasms, out of me. I grew bored with the other inexperienced cocksuckers there so my visits became less and less frequent.
Hannah graduated high school. Instead of going off to a university in another city she elected to attend the local junior college and live at home while attending classes. Being the introvert that she was I can't say that I was surprised, but I was delighted that I'd still get to be around her. We had a very special relationship as father and daughter. She was emotionally and intellectually mature well beyond her years. She wasn't just my daughter, she was my friend, which is very rare between a parent and c***d.
After she started attending college, we had lunch on campus together a few times. September in Texas is still very warm, and her fellow co-eds dressed appropriately for the heat. Needless to say I drank in the scenery. The girls on campus were beautiful, and I felt familiar urges return. Urges that needed to be satisfied beyond simple masturbation.
Hannah was at a study group one night and said she would be home late. I made a spontaneous decision to visit the adult book store late that evening. Based on my past experiences most of the activity that interested me happens after 10pm if not later. I assumed she would be home around midnight, so arriving at 10pm gave me plenty of time to obtain relief, drive home, and be in bed by the time she returned.
I remember my cock leaking precum like a faucet the entire drive there. It had been so long since I had received a blowjob. At this point I didn't care what the experience level was of the person that would fellate me. I just wanted sexual release into a warm, wet mouth.
It wasn't very long after I had entered my booth and inserted quarters to start a video playing that someone entered the booth next to me - the booth that shared a wall with the glory hole. I sat for several minutes waiting for something to happen, staring at the hole, desperate for something to happen if I'm to be completely honest.
It soon did.
Thin, delicate fingers appeared through the hole. Feminine fingers. A woman was on the other side. This was a pleasant surprise. Most of the cocksuckers I had encountered were men, usually married, and eager to suck cock like my regular cocksucker had been. Women, while not impossible to encounter, were very rare. Eager for release I lowered my pants and underwear and pressed my pelvis against the wall, exposing my inflating cock and sperm-bloated testicles to the occupant on the other side.
It wasn't unusual to elicit a shock or surprise from someone when they first saw the size of my genitalia. I felt her slender fingers wrap around the shaft of my cock and gently begin stroking it. She deepened her voice to disguise herself when she spoke to me through the uncovered portion of the hole, "Wow, nice cock. Very nice..." Maintaining anonymity in a place like this was probably a wise thing to do, especially if she were married.
I felt her tongue trace around the perimeter of my swollen glans, and she used its tip to gently caress my frenulum before exploring toward my urethra. I'm sure she found the sweet taste of the nectar, my precum, flowing out of me as she gently sucked it. Soon I felt her lips envelop me, giving me the first sensation of her warm, wet mouth around my cock as her lips began slowly sliding down the shaft that they surrounded.
I remember being surprised as how good of a cocksucker this woman was. She had talent. If she was married, her husband was a very lucky man if she sucked him like this. More than once as she serviced me, I felt the head of my cock slide down her throat with no apparent gag reflex. It wasn't easy for the women in my past, especially my wife, to accommodate my girth with their mouths either. This woman was good. I could tell that she was enjoying it as much as I was. I could tell she was hungry for cock, and hopefully hungry for a big load of my cum.
The blowjob was suddenly interrupted by the sound of a cell phone ringing. Ugh, that ringtone. It was a Nokia. I hated that ringtone. My daughter had a phone just like it. My first thought was, Great, now I'm going to have to hear that sound everywhere I go if everyone has one of those.
The mouth left my cock. The same low, disguised voice muttered, "I'm sorry. Please excuse me one moment while I get this." I was more amused than disappointed. Here was a woman doing me the favor of sucking my cock and she was apologizing for stopping to answer her phone. I wondered if it was her husband calling. I wondered what excuse she would give to him, or where she would tell him she was. Out of curiosity I pressed my ear against the wall in attempt to hear what she said.
"Hello? Oh, I Stacy. Can I call you back? I'm in the middle of something... Sure, I can give you the homework assignment later."
A sudden feeling of sickness washed over me. I froze. I recognized that voice. Not only the voice, but the inflections she used when she was speaking. I heard it every day.
You, dear reader, have probably already surmised exactly who she was, too.
I was in shock. I didn't hear her say goodbye to the caller. The sound of her disguised voice saying, "Sorry, where were we?" through the glory hole didn't even quite register with me. Feeling her lips wrap around my cock and her mouth engulf me brought me back to reality. My first instinct was to pull back from the hole, put my pants back on, and grab her and take her out of there. Yet I froze. I stood still. I continued to experience the feeling of my daughter's mouth fellating my engorged cock.
This is not happening, I thought to myself. I closed my eyes. Even though I still felt sick I began to envision Hannah in my mind. I thought of her the way I saw her this morning at breakfast. Her dark, curly hair cascading down onto her shoulders. Her brilliant blue eyes as they greeted me with an accompanying sleepy smile. Her thin, waifish body clad only in a long t-shirt that barely came down past her buttocks. Her long, slender legs. Her small, almost non-existent breasts obscured by the thin fabric of the shirt that allowed her hard nipples to occasionally betray their presence.
Never before had I viewed my daughter in a sexual manner. Never. Now, with my cock in her mouth on the other side of this wall, all I could do was think of her sexually. I felt my testicles begin to draw up into me. The familiar sensation of my prostate beginning to tense up appeared. I almost forgot to tap on the wall in warning. Deep down I hoped she would pull away, but at the same time I hoped that she didn't.
She didn't.
When I knocked on the wall, she began concentrating on the first two inches or so of my cock. Her tongue worked my frenulum. I held back my orgasm as long as I could. I resisted ejaculating into my little girl's mouth with every fiber of my being, yet I failed.
I don't think it was her skill so much as it was the taboo nature of the activity that affected me. It felt like I ejaculated the largest amount of semen I had ever released in my entire life. My orgasm was intense as well. I almost blacked out. My baby girl was tasting the semen that conceived her. She was consuming it. I felt her swallow more than once. After about the tenth contraction of my prostate the rhythmic pulses slowed and then stopped. My head cleared, and I felt her mouth slide off my cock while never losing suction. To add to my shame, I felt her slender fingers milk the remnants of my semen out of my softening shaft and she gently sucked the remaining emission off the tip of my cock.
Shocked, shamed, almost devastated from the realization of what had just transpired I heard Hannah's disguised voice mutter, "Thank you, sir. Your cum is delicious. Whoever the lady is in your life, if you have one, is very lucky. I hope I can do this again sometime. I'll be here the same day and time next week if you want to meet again."
Before I could even clear my head enough to respond, I heard the door of her booth open and close. She had left. After long moments in shock I came back to reality. I began pulling my pants up. I realized I had to get home.
Even though she left before I did, I still beat her home. I got into bed quickly before she got home so she would assume I had been asleep for a while. I stared at the ceiling for hours. I did hear her come in around midnight, but made no attempt to speak to her. I was content to let her assume I was fast asleep. I was still struggling with the realization of what had happened, and that, in addition to the i****tuous act that I had allowed to occur, I realized that my daughter, my baby girl, my Hannah had gone to an adult book store to suck a complete stranger's cock.
I didn't know my daughter as well as I thought I did. Now, I knew her too well, and in a way a father should never know his daughter.
That was the longest night of my life.
The next morning was a typical morning. I sat at the breakfast table more tired than usual due to lack of sleep. Hannah walked in the room behind me, wrapped her arms around my shoulders, and kissed me on the cheek as she said, "Good morning, daddy," like she does every morning. She wore her typical night shirt. What was not typical was the way I lusted inside while watching her as she walked toward the refrigerator.
She sat down at the table and began to consume her breakfast cereal. I hadn't even noticed her pour it and the milk into the bowl, nor did I notice her pour herself a cup of coffee. I was distracted by other thoughts. Terrible thoughts. Forbidden thoughts. I watched her mouth as she consumed her breakfast. I tried to imagine what her mouth looked like last night, in action and pleasuring me, but it was still inconceivable in my mind.
"Did you sleep well?" Her question broke me out of my trance. I realized I was staring at her as she sipped her coffee, her blue eyes staring at me inquisitively, innocently through eyelids still swollen from sleep. I shook my head as if I were groggy to mask the reason for my slow response and long stare.
"No, I was awake most of the night with something on my mind. How was your study group?" I replied.
"It was OK," was her only response as she continued to groggily eat the rest of her cereal.
Long moments passed in silence as she ate. I had considered my next action all night long. I wanted to pretend it never happened, but I couldn't. For one thing, I didn't want her going back to that place. I needed to warn her about the dangers. I needed to somehow discuss what she was doing and dissuade her from it. My next action was to let the chips fall where they may. What was done couldn't be undone, and I was completely at fault.
I just hoped I didn't lose my daughter in the process.
I cleared my throat, inhaled a deep breath in preparation, and uttered my next words. It was a phrase, a very simple phrase, that I had taken almost all night to decide upon.
"Did you ever call Stacy back?" I asked.
She chewed the remaining bite of cereal in her mouth, and then muttered, "No, I plan on calling her later this morning when..."
Her words stopped abruptly. A confused look clouded her face when she looked up from her cereal bowl and peered at me inquisitively.
"How did you know Stacy called me?"
I stared at her. I didn't smile. I didn't frown. I tried to show no emotion at all. It only took a few moments for her eyes to grow as wide as saucers. Her facial expression went from one of confusion to shock. She blinked, and began asking one more question.
"How could you have known unless... unless..." Her voice trailed off. The question was obviously more for herself than for me. I could see that the realization of what had happened between us had hit her. Her face first turned pale, and then a brilliant shade of crimson. Her hand covered her mouth as an expression of total shock. We sat there, wordlessly staring at each other, for minute upon minute. Neither one of us wanted to be the first to break the silence.
She stood up holding her cereal bowl, almost robotically, staring straight ahead as she turned and walked toward the kitchen sink.
"I think we need to talk," I said as the first one to break the silence between us. She didn't respond.
I hung my head down where I still sat at the table. I closed my eyes in shame. All I could think was, How could I be so stupid? I've ruined everything.
When I opened my eyes and looked up I found Hannah standing beside me. I pushed my chair back and was about to stand up, but she sat down on my knees before I could rise. She placed her hands on either cheek of my face, looked me in the eyes, and whispered, "Oh daddy..." She then moved her face closer to mine and placed the most tender, innocent, and delicate of kisses on my lips. She leaned her forehead against mine, and continued to look in my eyes as she managed an innocent-looking smile.
"Oh daddy, my sweet, delicious daddy. I think we most definitely need to talk... about many, many things."
Hannah's beautiful lips then found mine once again.
Right then, right there, all of my fears and anxiety from the previous night melted away as my Hannah melted into me.
That's not to say that my sexual urges were diminished. Lacking a regular sexual partner, my libido seemed to increase to levels like that of a teenager. Nevertheless, I tried to use porn and masturbation to satisfy my sexual needs while concentrating on my career and raising my daughter.
On that note, a father could not have asked for a better daughter than my Hannah. Her mother's death had, as one would expect, a profound effect on her. Yet Hannah was resilient. Throughout her high school years she never gave me any trouble. She never rebelled. She was smart, sweet, kind, and achieved exemplary grades. My only concern was that she was somewhat introverted. She enjoyed losing herself in her books while listening to the latest 80's music on the radio. She drew and wrote poetry. She never really dated, even though she was beautiful. Teen romance didn't seem to interest her.
Back in those days, you had to rent or buy porn on VHS video tapes. To satisfy my urges, I frequented an adult bookstore on the outskirts of town. We lived in a large city, so I was never concerned about being recognized. Luckily I never was.
I discovered glory holes while watching videos in the booths at the store. I wasn't versed in the etiquette of glory holes at first - the fingers coming through the hole as a sign to stick your cock through, or the expectation to knock on the wall before you cum. But I learned quickly. I never had the urge to be on my knees as a cocksucker, but after being sucked off the first time by an anonymous individual on the other side of that wall I realized I was hooked.
More like addicted.
To give you a little more information in the context of my activities, I'm very well endowed. I don't mean that as a conceit. My wife always commented on it throughout our marriage. Sometimes intercourse was difficult for her because of it, and I felt somewhat guilty as a result. But at the glory hole, my cock was an asset. Soon after I began frequenting the store to have my needs met anonymously, I found a regular participant to service me there. All I knew was that he was married, bisexual, and seeking to fulfill his sexual urges as well. We decided on a regular schedule to meet there, and did so for several years. I never saw his face or knew his identity, which was fine with me.
Then one day he disappeared unexpectedly. I would show up, but he never did again. I would get a blowjob anyway because some other individual always seemed to be there, but my regular cocksucker had learned exactly what I liked, how to prolong my pleasure, and how to induce the largest ejaculations - and most pleasurable orgasms, out of me. I grew bored with the other inexperienced cocksuckers there so my visits became less and less frequent.
Hannah graduated high school. Instead of going off to a university in another city she elected to attend the local junior college and live at home while attending classes. Being the introvert that she was I can't say that I was surprised, but I was delighted that I'd still get to be around her. We had a very special relationship as father and daughter. She was emotionally and intellectually mature well beyond her years. She wasn't just my daughter, she was my friend, which is very rare between a parent and c***d.
After she started attending college, we had lunch on campus together a few times. September in Texas is still very warm, and her fellow co-eds dressed appropriately for the heat. Needless to say I drank in the scenery. The girls on campus were beautiful, and I felt familiar urges return. Urges that needed to be satisfied beyond simple masturbation.
Hannah was at a study group one night and said she would be home late. I made a spontaneous decision to visit the adult book store late that evening. Based on my past experiences most of the activity that interested me happens after 10pm if not later. I assumed she would be home around midnight, so arriving at 10pm gave me plenty of time to obtain relief, drive home, and be in bed by the time she returned.
I remember my cock leaking precum like a faucet the entire drive there. It had been so long since I had received a blowjob. At this point I didn't care what the experience level was of the person that would fellate me. I just wanted sexual release into a warm, wet mouth.
It wasn't very long after I had entered my booth and inserted quarters to start a video playing that someone entered the booth next to me - the booth that shared a wall with the glory hole. I sat for several minutes waiting for something to happen, staring at the hole, desperate for something to happen if I'm to be completely honest.
It soon did.
Thin, delicate fingers appeared through the hole. Feminine fingers. A woman was on the other side. This was a pleasant surprise. Most of the cocksuckers I had encountered were men, usually married, and eager to suck cock like my regular cocksucker had been. Women, while not impossible to encounter, were very rare. Eager for release I lowered my pants and underwear and pressed my pelvis against the wall, exposing my inflating cock and sperm-bloated testicles to the occupant on the other side.
It wasn't unusual to elicit a shock or surprise from someone when they first saw the size of my genitalia. I felt her slender fingers wrap around the shaft of my cock and gently begin stroking it. She deepened her voice to disguise herself when she spoke to me through the uncovered portion of the hole, "Wow, nice cock. Very nice..." Maintaining anonymity in a place like this was probably a wise thing to do, especially if she were married.
I felt her tongue trace around the perimeter of my swollen glans, and she used its tip to gently caress my frenulum before exploring toward my urethra. I'm sure she found the sweet taste of the nectar, my precum, flowing out of me as she gently sucked it. Soon I felt her lips envelop me, giving me the first sensation of her warm, wet mouth around my cock as her lips began slowly sliding down the shaft that they surrounded.
I remember being surprised as how good of a cocksucker this woman was. She had talent. If she was married, her husband was a very lucky man if she sucked him like this. More than once as she serviced me, I felt the head of my cock slide down her throat with no apparent gag reflex. It wasn't easy for the women in my past, especially my wife, to accommodate my girth with their mouths either. This woman was good. I could tell that she was enjoying it as much as I was. I could tell she was hungry for cock, and hopefully hungry for a big load of my cum.
The blowjob was suddenly interrupted by the sound of a cell phone ringing. Ugh, that ringtone. It was a Nokia. I hated that ringtone. My daughter had a phone just like it. My first thought was, Great, now I'm going to have to hear that sound everywhere I go if everyone has one of those.
The mouth left my cock. The same low, disguised voice muttered, "I'm sorry. Please excuse me one moment while I get this." I was more amused than disappointed. Here was a woman doing me the favor of sucking my cock and she was apologizing for stopping to answer her phone. I wondered if it was her husband calling. I wondered what excuse she would give to him, or where she would tell him she was. Out of curiosity I pressed my ear against the wall in attempt to hear what she said.
"Hello? Oh, I Stacy. Can I call you back? I'm in the middle of something... Sure, I can give you the homework assignment later."
A sudden feeling of sickness washed over me. I froze. I recognized that voice. Not only the voice, but the inflections she used when she was speaking. I heard it every day.
You, dear reader, have probably already surmised exactly who she was, too.
I was in shock. I didn't hear her say goodbye to the caller. The sound of her disguised voice saying, "Sorry, where were we?" through the glory hole didn't even quite register with me. Feeling her lips wrap around my cock and her mouth engulf me brought me back to reality. My first instinct was to pull back from the hole, put my pants back on, and grab her and take her out of there. Yet I froze. I stood still. I continued to experience the feeling of my daughter's mouth fellating my engorged cock.
This is not happening, I thought to myself. I closed my eyes. Even though I still felt sick I began to envision Hannah in my mind. I thought of her the way I saw her this morning at breakfast. Her dark, curly hair cascading down onto her shoulders. Her brilliant blue eyes as they greeted me with an accompanying sleepy smile. Her thin, waifish body clad only in a long t-shirt that barely came down past her buttocks. Her long, slender legs. Her small, almost non-existent breasts obscured by the thin fabric of the shirt that allowed her hard nipples to occasionally betray their presence.
Never before had I viewed my daughter in a sexual manner. Never. Now, with my cock in her mouth on the other side of this wall, all I could do was think of her sexually. I felt my testicles begin to draw up into me. The familiar sensation of my prostate beginning to tense up appeared. I almost forgot to tap on the wall in warning. Deep down I hoped she would pull away, but at the same time I hoped that she didn't.
She didn't.
When I knocked on the wall, she began concentrating on the first two inches or so of my cock. Her tongue worked my frenulum. I held back my orgasm as long as I could. I resisted ejaculating into my little girl's mouth with every fiber of my being, yet I failed.
I don't think it was her skill so much as it was the taboo nature of the activity that affected me. It felt like I ejaculated the largest amount of semen I had ever released in my entire life. My orgasm was intense as well. I almost blacked out. My baby girl was tasting the semen that conceived her. She was consuming it. I felt her swallow more than once. After about the tenth contraction of my prostate the rhythmic pulses slowed and then stopped. My head cleared, and I felt her mouth slide off my cock while never losing suction. To add to my shame, I felt her slender fingers milk the remnants of my semen out of my softening shaft and she gently sucked the remaining emission off the tip of my cock.
Shocked, shamed, almost devastated from the realization of what had just transpired I heard Hannah's disguised voice mutter, "Thank you, sir. Your cum is delicious. Whoever the lady is in your life, if you have one, is very lucky. I hope I can do this again sometime. I'll be here the same day and time next week if you want to meet again."
Before I could even clear my head enough to respond, I heard the door of her booth open and close. She had left. After long moments in shock I came back to reality. I began pulling my pants up. I realized I had to get home.
Even though she left before I did, I still beat her home. I got into bed quickly before she got home so she would assume I had been asleep for a while. I stared at the ceiling for hours. I did hear her come in around midnight, but made no attempt to speak to her. I was content to let her assume I was fast asleep. I was still struggling with the realization of what had happened, and that, in addition to the i****tuous act that I had allowed to occur, I realized that my daughter, my baby girl, my Hannah had gone to an adult book store to suck a complete stranger's cock.
I didn't know my daughter as well as I thought I did. Now, I knew her too well, and in a way a father should never know his daughter.
That was the longest night of my life.
The next morning was a typical morning. I sat at the breakfast table more tired than usual due to lack of sleep. Hannah walked in the room behind me, wrapped her arms around my shoulders, and kissed me on the cheek as she said, "Good morning, daddy," like she does every morning. She wore her typical night shirt. What was not typical was the way I lusted inside while watching her as she walked toward the refrigerator.
She sat down at the table and began to consume her breakfast cereal. I hadn't even noticed her pour it and the milk into the bowl, nor did I notice her pour herself a cup of coffee. I was distracted by other thoughts. Terrible thoughts. Forbidden thoughts. I watched her mouth as she consumed her breakfast. I tried to imagine what her mouth looked like last night, in action and pleasuring me, but it was still inconceivable in my mind.
"Did you sleep well?" Her question broke me out of my trance. I realized I was staring at her as she sipped her coffee, her blue eyes staring at me inquisitively, innocently through eyelids still swollen from sleep. I shook my head as if I were groggy to mask the reason for my slow response and long stare.
"No, I was awake most of the night with something on my mind. How was your study group?" I replied.
"It was OK," was her only response as she continued to groggily eat the rest of her cereal.
Long moments passed in silence as she ate. I had considered my next action all night long. I wanted to pretend it never happened, but I couldn't. For one thing, I didn't want her going back to that place. I needed to warn her about the dangers. I needed to somehow discuss what she was doing and dissuade her from it. My next action was to let the chips fall where they may. What was done couldn't be undone, and I was completely at fault.
I just hoped I didn't lose my daughter in the process.
I cleared my throat, inhaled a deep breath in preparation, and uttered my next words. It was a phrase, a very simple phrase, that I had taken almost all night to decide upon.
"Did you ever call Stacy back?" I asked.
She chewed the remaining bite of cereal in her mouth, and then muttered, "No, I plan on calling her later this morning when..."
Her words stopped abruptly. A confused look clouded her face when she looked up from her cereal bowl and peered at me inquisitively.
"How did you know Stacy called me?"
I stared at her. I didn't smile. I didn't frown. I tried to show no emotion at all. It only took a few moments for her eyes to grow as wide as saucers. Her facial expression went from one of confusion to shock. She blinked, and began asking one more question.
"How could you have known unless... unless..." Her voice trailed off. The question was obviously more for herself than for me. I could see that the realization of what had happened between us had hit her. Her face first turned pale, and then a brilliant shade of crimson. Her hand covered her mouth as an expression of total shock. We sat there, wordlessly staring at each other, for minute upon minute. Neither one of us wanted to be the first to break the silence.
She stood up holding her cereal bowl, almost robotically, staring straight ahead as she turned and walked toward the kitchen sink.
"I think we need to talk," I said as the first one to break the silence between us. She didn't respond.
I hung my head down where I still sat at the table. I closed my eyes in shame. All I could think was, How could I be so stupid? I've ruined everything.
When I opened my eyes and looked up I found Hannah standing beside me. I pushed my chair back and was about to stand up, but she sat down on my knees before I could rise. She placed her hands on either cheek of my face, looked me in the eyes, and whispered, "Oh daddy..." She then moved her face closer to mine and placed the most tender, innocent, and delicate of kisses on my lips. She leaned her forehead against mine, and continued to look in my eyes as she managed an innocent-looking smile.
"Oh daddy, my sweet, delicious daddy. I think we most definitely need to talk... about many, many things."
Hannah's beautiful lips then found mine once again.
Right then, right there, all of my fears and anxiety from the previous night melted away as my Hannah melted into me.
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