Sorry I've had such a long break from writing, I don't know why in particular, but now I'm back with renewed energy and I hope you will enjoy my latest offering.
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Hi, my name is David, I'm sitting at my desk just now compiling another batch of observations for all you happy people who like to read about this kind of stuff, you know, father and daughter stuff; I know there are plenty of you out there, judging by the amount of feedback I've been getting, for those who are new to my musings though, here's a quick introduction.
I'm a fifty five year old male with an interest in sex that is still very strong for my time of life and basically, instead of being free to indulge my online pursuits further and simply add more pictures of naked lovelies to my already large collection, I'm now being tormented by the very obvious physical delights of my eighteen year old daughter Jenny; she's driving me crazy with her ripe young body, and frankly, I don't know what to do about it, the most amazing thing is that she seems to not realise the effect she has on me.
Yes I know, already you're calling me a pervert, a dirty old man, I can tell that, but before you browse somewhere else for your jollies, just give me a chance to explain and you'll see that it's not really my fault.
The background to my situation is, I've been divorced for eight years now and my sex life has become totally dependent on the offerings of the Internet, my very active imagination, and the pleasures I can conjure up with my own right hand, or maybe my left, it depends how busy I am at the keyboard usually.
Whatever did we all do before computers came along?
We had to go out and buy dirty magazines that's what, and hoped to get served by the old lady with the understanding face.
Yes indeed, let's have a big round of applause for broadband folks, from all the wankers out there!
I've always had an eye for a beautiful woman and I suppose that's where the problem stems from, you see, my daughter Jenny is just so damn gorgeous; I don't really know where she gets it from, I'm fairly ordinary looking myself and her mother was pretty, but certainly not centrefold material; somehow we managed to spawn a long legged, perfectly proportioned beauty, with a sweetly angelic face, peaches and cream skin, sparkling green eyes and straight blonde hair; I swear she looks like some kind of Swedish model straight out of a men's magazine, oh well, I've always joked about having Viking blood in me, maybe it's true.
I'll tell you about what happened recently if you promise to keep it just between us okay?
Jenny recently came home for the summer holidays from college, she wants to be a vet of all things, good luck to her is about all I can say to the idea!
She's only been back for a week and already I'm having trouble keeping my eyes off her, as soon as she walks into the room my gaze automatically locks on to her fantastic body, no matter what she's wearing, or nearly wearing, if you know what I mean.
Why is it that young girls think it's perfectly okay to prance around the house looking sexy and alluring, they wear fine make up and skimpy clothing as if it's quite a normal thing to do, it's as though they're rehearsing what it takes to get men interested in them, with little or no regard for the other men nearby, the fathers, the brothers and the uncles, is it any wonder that stories about incest are so popular?
Like many other men in similar situations, I have to make a real effort to look away before she notices my interest; women can tell when they're being checked out by a man, so I've read, but I just can't stop myself looking at Jenny, how long will it be before she starts to feel uncomfortable with me around?
Stop worrying, just enjoy the view!
If only it was that simple.
I'm on a month's leave just now from work after a company takeover, when that period is over I'll find out if I've still got a job to return to, along with my compatriots, it's not a great position to be in but there's little I can do about it; so you see, there's no way to escape Jenny easily without making up silly excuses to go out and hey, why shouldn't I enjoy being around my own home?
So I made myself think long and hard about the situation and instead of going to pieces over it I decided to do the decent thing and be up front with Jenny, I asked her to sit down for five minutes the other day to discuss a few ground rules, so that we could hopefully avoid any embarrassing moments while she's here.
"But daddy, why do we need rules, I'm just the same girl I've always been, I bit older now of course, but what's there to be embarrassed about?"
"Well that's just it darling, you are very much a young woman now, I'm very aware of that, I can assure you."
It was mid morning and we were in the kitchen, I'd been up for ages but Jenny was still fluffy around the edges from a long lie in, she seemed to stay up half the night on her computer, chatting to friends and listening to music, they all do it at that age these days.
My eyes must have been roaming along with my mind just then because she looked down at her front and then back up at me, with a faint blush rising to her cheeks, I glanced away quickly.
"I'm showing too much leg you mean?"
I looked at the floor and coughed.
"Err, perhaps."
I was leaning with my bum against the sink, with a cup of tea in one hand and Jenny was sitting on a high stool at the breakfast bar right opposite me with her back to it, she was wearing a matching set of sleep shorts and a skinny rib vest in a soft cotton material, the outfit was pink, with little faded mermaids on it, quite old and very thin, nipple sharp thin in fact and the vest fitted her snugly; it was just the kind of thing she would wear to bed in warm weather I suppose, but trying to suggest she might put a robe on over it when walking round the house was too much like giving the game away, so I had not dared to mention that yet; the four inches of bare midriff she was showing was fascinating, there's something naturally sexy I think about a smooth tummy with a deep navel.
Down boy!
Sitting like she was, with her long legs crossed at the knee and an acre of creamy thigh showing, her straight blonde hair tumbled loosely around her shoulders, she was cradling a coffee mug while scanning a trashy gossip weekly, in fact Jenny could have been a model taking a break in a photo shoot for a good quality top shelf magazine and I can assure you, they would have been glad to have her on the books; but in reality she was just my eighteen year old daughter and I was meant to be immune to such womanly charms wasn't I, but how do you do that?
"That's ridiculous daddy, I've grown up, that's all."
"Yes you have Jenny, very proud I am of you too darling, but ..."
"But?"
Her blush deepened and her nipples stood out even more as they puckered up, the outline of her wide aureoles were clearly visible through the thin vest.
"Well you know, I'm a man, you're obviously a woman now, a very lovely one at that, some lucky chap will be ..."
"Oh daddy stop, this is too awful ..!"
With that little outburst and on the verge of tears, Jenny hopped off the stool and slammed down her mug and magazine, she rushed from the kitchen and ran upstairs, leaving me with a vision of her braless tits jiggling to a halt in front of me and then two active little rabbits jogging in her pants as she rounded the kitchen door.
That went well I thought?
Later that same day, Thursday afternoon, I was indulging in my favourite hobby, sitting at the keyboard downloading pictures of beautiful girls from one of my favourite websites when someone knocked gently on the study door.
"Are you busy daddy, can I come in?"
"Yes of course darling."
I quickly switched screens to the innocent looking letter I also had up and running, I felt heat rushing to my face but managed to stay calm, I think.
"Not interrupting too much am I?"
