The kiss lasted for a long time.

We swapped, spit cheerfully.

We touched tongues.

There was a crackle of sexual electricity in the room.

We rolled our tongue together in a hot swordfight.

Daddy plunged his tongue deep in my mouth and I sucked it.

I could feel my nipples burning with a desire to be stroked.

I could feel my pussy getting wet with natural lubrication.

My vulva glans were beginning to secrete those cervical juices.

The honey was starting to pool between my inner labia.

I could feel my pussy turn to a flaming slit of desire.

My clitoris began to grow and become increasingly hard.

My love button pushed out from under its foreskin.

I was familiar with my pussy by this time in my life.

I had been touching myself down there nightly for years.

It had been a long time since I had gone to sleep at night without first giving myself an orgasm. But I could tell by the way the ache was growing in my lower belly that the orgasm Daddy was going to give me was going to make all of the others I had known seem like real kid stuff. I could tell right away that being touched by a man was a thousand times better than touching myself. Daddy was kissing me in a way that I had never been kissed before. The kiss lasted for a very long tune and we were both breathless with passion by the time it was through.

I could tell that it wouldn't be long before my cunt juices dripped from my pink slit and made a wet spot in the crotch of the white panties I was wearing.

White.