Confessions of a Daddy s Girl Part Four
Laying me softly against his bed, daddy walked over to his laptop and flipped it open. I did not bother to question what he was doing, I simply sprawled out against his sheets, for the second time today. “Daddy,” I said quietly, looking up at the picture of me in the corner of the bed. “I have to confess to something.” “What is it sweetie?” He asked as he began to play some slow music and made his way back over to the bed. “You can tell me anything.” “Last night,” I began, my voice catching...
Incest