My mom had died when I was two years old so I never actually knew her, my dad had raised me.
We were closer than all my friends seemed to be with their dad's and I loved that.
It was about seven months ago now since my daddy made me squirt for the first time in the woods, and it hasn't been the last time.
All my friends always noted how hot my dad was and I had to agree, for a 35 year old my he was good looking.
"Molly?" I heard my dad call as the front door was closed.
I tried to swipe the tears away from my eyes quickly before he could see me but when he walked into my room he noticed straight away.
"Sweetie, are you ok?" He sat on the edge of my bed, his coat still in hand, he'd been to the shop for some milk this morning.
"Tom just broke up with me again" I sniffled.
Tom and I had been going out, on and off, for the last three year.
"Again? You don't need this Molly. You have to stop going back to him." Dad sighed, daddy hadn't actually liked Tom, he'd always been so snappy with him.
"I know but I love him dad." I sniffled again.
Daddy looked at me and decided what I needed, "Wanna go for a walk in the woods?" He asked, he knew I loved to walk in the woods near our house, they were deserted, you only got the occasional dog walker wondering through and maybe if it was summer break you would get a few brave studets trying to camp out but this time of year they were empty and I loved it.
Half an hour into walking we found a small bench and decided to take a little break.
"You deserve a lot better than Tom baby." Dad said as he rested his hand on my bare knee.
If I didn't know better I could have sworn I'd heard jelousy.
"I know I do daddy, but I can't help going back to him." I shrugged.
Daddy didn't move his hand from my knee but instead moved it up my bare thigh slightly.
I glanced at daddy's face and he looked nervous about something. His hand didn't stop moving up towards the bottom of my shorts leg.
The weird thing was I didn't want to stop him. I had a sudden flash of my daddy touching my wet pussy and it didn't freak me out. Although obviously daddy didn't want to touch me like that. He wasn't stopping though, maybe daddy did like me like that?
The fact that I was thinking like that freaked me out, was I really contemplating my daddy fingering my pussy.
I looked up at daddy again and he was looking at me and before I knew what was happening his lips came down on mine. At first I was extremely shocked but then I sank into it, I kissed him back and his hand finally made it to my pussy though my denim shorts.
I grabbed for his cock through his own jeans and was fustrated that I couldn't get it.