"Daddy, what are you doing?" I played swung back at him, to stop him from tickling me. I was standing at the counter, getting a picnic ready for the beach. My friends would be here in a short time to pick me up.
"Is your boyfriend going to be there?" he asked, standing directly behind me, tickling my sides through my white shirt, actually, one of his old ones.
"I donβt have a boyfriend daddy." Giggling and twisting under his touch.
"Oh, and what do you call Tom?"
"Dad, heβs just a friend!"
"Is that what you call someone who you kiss and touch?" he reached around me, pulling me close against him, nibbling my neck and ear, pretending to be a drooling teenage boy.
"Dad, cut that out, Iβm trying to get ready!"
"Ready for what? Dressed like this, you must be getting ready for one thing..."
"Dad!" I was shocked.
"Just look at you! You are gorgeous! You have grown up so sexy."
I blushed and became aware of how close we were. His strong body was against my back, his hips just above the curve of my ass, and I suddenly knew what that extra pressure was back there. I stopped breathing.