"Get on your back on the rug," Daddy said. He did not undress.

I did as he said. I stretched my legs out straight in front of me.

I kept my knees and my ankles close together for a moment.

Then I spread my thighs open to a perfect ninety degree angle.

Daddy stood so he could get his first look at my slit.

It was the first pussy he had seen in three years. He licked his lips.

I could hear my father making gurgling noises in his throat.

As Daddy stood his dick looked ready to tear out the cloth.

I could actually see the thick head bobbing and throbbing.

Daddy got on his hands and knees at my side so he could play with my tits.

He placed both of his hands over my breasts and spread his fingers.

He clutched the boobs completely and puckered the milky white flesh with his strong fingertips. He massaged with his hands, positioning his palms so that the pebble-like nipples were pulsating precisely against their centers.

He began to move both of my tits at the same time in slow sensuous circles. First he pulled them apart and then he pushed them together so that they were flattened at the sides.

My handsome, loving father pressed my tits together so firmly that the cleavage between the globes was almost humorously long and deep.

He then released his grip on my breasts so he could give exclusive attention to my nipples for a moment. He rolled his fingertips over my feminine erections and I could feel those rosebuds growing larger and harder.

"Feels so good, Daddy," I said in my throaty voice.

"It will soon feel better," he replied with a smile.

He got each of my nipples between his thumbs and forefingers.

He began to roll the erections back and forth slowly.

My loving father then pinched at the rosebuds lightly.

"Pinch, harder, Daddy, it makes me so hot," I said.