It wasn't that he couldn't get women. No, no, no. Nothing like that. I suppose that he could have had any of the single women in town if he had wanted them. But I think that Daddy still felt like he was cheating on Mommy when he felt desires for other women. Thank God, I put an end to all of that.

I was sitting cross-legged in front of the TV munching on some dry Raisin Bran when Daddy stumbled down the stairs in his pajamas. I smiled happily at him and gave him a cheerful greeting. I was feeling very horny that morning and I found myself looking at him as a man. I usually try to push thoughts like that into the back of my consciousness but they make their way back up to the front anyway.

He must weigh more than twice as much as me. As you can see I am just a little girl. I stand only a fraction of an inch over five-feet tall and I have never weighed more than ninety-five pounds in my entire life. Daddy stands well over six feet and must weigh close to two hundred. He is very handsome. I'll never forget how he looked that morning, all sleepy and cute. His hair was down in his eyes. Daddy his brown hair that is starting to gray at the temples. But I don't mind the salt and pepper effect in his hair at all. I think that it makes him look distinguished. His eyes are dark brown like mine and his nose is straight and slim. His lips are always a little puffy, which gives him an aura of intrinsic sensuality. The jaw is firm and his chin is strong. There is a dimple right smack in the center of Daddy's chin. He had not shaved and his whiskers made his smooth cheeks look rough. He was starting to get some gray in his beard as well, but I kind of liked the way that looked too. Daddy has very broad shoulders. His chest and back are covered with thick slabs of muscle. He has a hairy chest – which I could see because the top two buttons of his pajama tops were unbuttoned. In spite of the girth of his upper torso, Daddy's waist and hips are very slim. His stomach is still flat and hard, in spite of the fact that he is approaching forty. He is built like a triangle with its point down. I can remember thinking, with shame, that Daddy was built by God especially for fucking.