"It's true."

"Thank you very much, Daddy," I said. I crawled up on top of him so we could kiss on the lips. Once again we rolled our tongues together and swapped spit.

"I'll be hard again soon," Daddy said.

"Uh huh," I said. I cleared my throat. "I hope it won't be too long."

"Sweetheart," Daddy replied, "you are so sexy it might be more than a few minutes."

We stood up and kissed. I had to get up on my tip toes and Daddy had to stoop over. I intertwined my fingers at the back of his strong neck and he put the palms of his hands on the small of my back.

"Let's go up to the bedroom," Daddy said when the kiss was over. I could feel my erect nipples throbbing against his hairy chest. I pushed forward a little harder so that my tits were flat against him.

He ground forward with his loins and I could feel his prick on my abdomen, still flaccid. Daddy slid his hands downward until he was clutching securely at my milky white ass cheeks.

He kneaded my ass flesh.

Daddy took my tiny hand and gave it a little squeeze.

He led me to the foot of the staircase. I remembered watching him come down those same stairs earlier in the morning. It hadn't been that long, but it seemed to me as if a lifetime had passed.

He took me up to the master bedroom and we got on the bed together. Daddy shut the door securely behind us even though there was no one else in the house. I guess it made him feel more secure.

Daddy rolled over on his back and I began to stroke his thighs. I moved the tips of my fingers to the base of his huge wrinkled scrotal sack so I could tickle him lightly there. I cupped his balls in my palm with my fingers spread apart and I heard him moan. I could actually feel his testicles beginning to swell, and I could tell that the ache was returning there. Daddy's cock began to grow. I could see that the head of his prick was becoming engorged before the rest of the shaft; I clutched his balls securely and pumped them regularly, imitating his natural throbbing.