Sherry watched, wide-eyed in wonder as the cream burst from her Daddy's jerking prick, spouted up in rapid bursts as he moaned and his face contorted in pleasure. His balls kept moving too, as though they helped to fling the sticky fluid out his poker. His poker became noticeably softer in her hand then as his juice stopped flying up into the air and just oozed out the end down onto her hand and his balls. Instinctively, she dipped her forefinger into some of the liquid and tasted it. "It's sort of tasteless," she said. "It doesn't taste like much of anything."

"Yes, I suppose you're right," Daddy said. He was very much out of breath and he was panting and his eyes were closed.

"Did it feel good?" Sherry asked.

"Coming is the very best thing in the world," he managed to mutter. "For men or women. There's-there's nothing like it – nothing like it. Yea, it felt marvelous."

"Are you still going to put your poker in my pussy?" Sherry asked.

"Yes, sweet, but people always rest for a while before they come again." He lit a cigarette and she stared down at his poker, which had returned to its normal size now. Then she cuddled up close to him and inhaled the masculine scent of his body. She ran her fingers over his eyebrows and his chin and the lines in his face. "Daddy, Daddy, Daddy," she said. "That was the most wonderful reward you ever gave me. I hope I deserve lots of rewards. I want people to applaud and scream and love the way I sing so you'll give me rewards the rest of my life. I'll make you proud of me. Every night want a reward just like this. Ummmm. You'll see, Daddy. I'm going to make you so proud of me you'll want to give me rewards three times a day. During intermissions even!"