We came to a compromise; my 'little girl' was not so little any more, she growing up fast. Sammy and her 'male friend' were going to a rock concert tomorrow and it was more convenient for them to stay at our house tonight. Me? I didn't want him anywhere near her. I know what males are like; the last time I checked I was one! I'd have to be a raving loony to let a bag of hormones near my just turned 18 year old daughter.
Well that was the plan, until my wife Lisa, came into the situation. Sammy really is her mother's pet and with two teary eyes suddenly Tim is staying the night.
In the spare room
. That was the compromise, like, where else was he going to sleep? In Sammy's bed? Fuck!
I'm not use to this fatherhood stuff. Sammy's growing up and ever since she developed breasts I've taken a strong approach to her male companions. Between you and me, I think my reactions are partly my own fault.
See, Sammy is what kids these days call a 'honey'. A few months back I accidentally checked out my little girl. I was walking to the shops and saw her. Without realising it was her I was thinking she had a cute ass. As I got closer I realised who it was, she saw me and said 'Hi daddy' as she passed me. Little did she know that only moments ago her father was thinking how great his dick would feel snug between her ass cheeks.
It made me realise that if I, her own father, can get turned on by her, then I know everyone else will too. No way is she going down that road under my roof, - I'd like her to be a lovely virginal bride for when she
never
gets married. Again, that was the plan, but that night, something a bit crazy happened. In fact, looking back, it was about as different to the plan as you could get.
Our little house has 2 bathrooms, 3 bedrooms and a study. The wife and I have an en-suite, and Sammy and the spare bedroom share an entry to the main bathroom. It has 3 doors, one from the hall, one each bedroom.