My name is Kelly. And like most people, I have loved my father since the day I was born. And he loved me back, I knew he did. Ever since I could remember he was always kissing me and touching me, he was just such an affectionate person. And I loved the way his unshaven face felt against mine as he gave me my morning kiss. He was so masculine and good looking, and had just started getting my attention.
I would go into my room every night fantasizing my father kissing me, more than a fatherly one, but a kiss of great passion. Then I would feel my pussy get wet, and I rubbed and imagined him getting hard thinking about me, and I would moan in pleasure. I wanted him to finger me, I wanted his tongue inside of me, and OH GOD I wanted him to fuck me. I almost needed his cock to pulse in and out of me, and I would cherish the moment.
Well anyway.. let me tell you what I look like, first of all. I have long, full brown hair, a very pretty face.. if I do say so myself. I have the features of a model, curves in all the right places.. and no man could keep his eyes of my breasts. I feel weird complimenting myself like this, but I'm just telling you what I've been hearing my whole life.
My father is gorgeous.
Curly black hair, beautiful blue eyes and face, and a great body, especially for his age.
One summer night, when my mother was away on another business trip, I walked into the living room and found my father sitting on the couch in his boxers watching T. V.
I walked timidly around the coffee table and sat next to him.
"Hey honey, " he said with a sexy voice.
"Hey Dad..., " I said solemnly. "What's wrong, sweetie?"
