How symbolic.

I hated when my panties got wet that way because it made the material crawl up between my outer labia. My pussy would feel as if it were suffocating in a cloth prison. When that happened I would get a maddening urge to get naked. I guess it didn't make a difference I knew by that time that I was going to be nude with Daddy eventually.

Daddy kissed my neck.

He flicked his pink tongue in and out of his mouth.

Daddy licked up and down my jugular vein blissfully.

I stretched my neck so he would have easy access to it.

He kissed behind my ear and flicked his tongue across my ear-lobe.

Daddy explored the inside of my shell-like ear with his hot tester and once again I could feel the goosebunips forming all over my tiny body.

Daddy pulled his face away from mine. I could see that he was breathing very hard. His fingers shook a little with his nervousness. I was nervous too. It had been a long time for him. It had been never for me.

Daddy began to unbutton my pajama tops and I helped him when he fumbled. His fingers are long and thick. He had trouble with the tiny feminine buttons. I opened my shirt so that he could see my tits. You can't see well with this sweater on but I have very nice breasts. Daddy seems to like them anyway. They are round and firm and they rest high on my chest. Daddy finds that they are perfect handsful. My nipples are large – about the size of silver dollars – and when they become erect with my sexual arousal they can protrude almost a full inch from the tips of my healthy boobs. My tits are perky. They are so perky with their youthfulness, in fact, that the nipples point slightly upward when I am horny. The tops of my breasts are sloped – sort of like a ski-slope for jumping, if you know where I am coming from.

I pulled my top all the way off and stood for a moment.

I hooked my thumbs under my pajamas and my panty elastic.