The crotch of my white panties was starting to creep upward.

I wiggled my round butt from side to side as I hitched them down.

Daddy gasped aloud as he got his first glimpse of my ass.

The cheeks of my fanny are milky white. I have a perfect peaches and cream complexion, Daddy says.

I turned and he looked at my red muff. My pubies grow in a perfect inverted triangle on my mound, with the point just above the top of my pink slit. The hair grows thinly along my outer cunt lips and in between the cheeks of my ass.

I stepped out of my panties.

I stood naked.

"What do you think?"

"You are beautiful, pumpkin. I want to smell you. I want to taste you," he said. He was panting very hard. All of the civilized behavior was being sucked from his soul by the acuteness of his incestuous horniness. I could see his cock stretching at the crotch of his own pajamas and I couldn't wait for him to get undressed. I had never seen an erect penis before. I had never even seen a picture of one. I, of course, had spent a lot of time imagining what one looked like. My first impression when I looked at Daddy's crotch was that I had grossly underestimated how big the aroused male genitalia was supposed to be. I could feel the natural lubrication drooling thickly from my wanton virgin slit down the insides of my thighs. The cunt cream was like hot nectar dripping from a slit in an over-ripe peach. I could smell the scent of my womanhood wafting upward toward my flaring nostril. My nostrils are oval-shaped and flare wide open whenever I am excited about something. I liked the smell of my pussy. I had often sniffed and even licked at my fingers after hot sessions of climactic masturbation.

"Daddy, you can do to me whatever you like," I said.

I had a throatiness to my voice that I had never heard.

It sounded to me like someone else were speaking the words.