Paula knew all too well how boys liked to feel her legs. Now and then one of them managed to get his hand up under her dress. And during a slow dance at a party, a boy would hold her close against him and rub his solid erection against her pussy mound. But never had this aroused her to such a peak of desire as now, as her father's hand brushed against her leg. She felt unequipped to deal with such an intense emotion.

"Thanks Daddy," she said, nervously taking a large swig of the potent drink he had handed her.

Her father sipped his own drink slowly, his dark eyes fixed upon Paula's curvaceous figure, and she watched a licentious little smile playing around his mouth. There was no doubt in her mind that his light touch had been deliberate, and she felt certain he wasn't going to stop there.

He rolled onto his side so that he lay only inches from Paula's firm, sun-tanned flesh. His hand reached over and he caressed her knee in a friendly, paternal way. At once Paula's smooth flesh began to quiver beneath his lingering fingers and she knew her horny father was gloating to himself at the progress he was making.

He paused for a second, ever so gradually feeling Paula's silken-skinned knees, then moved further up along her leg. "But sweetheart, you never answered my question…"

"Wh-what?" It wasn't easy for Paula to concentrate on anything but her father's sensuous hand feeling her naked leg. Urgent waves of desire shot from her leg to every nerve-ending in her hotly aroused young body, as she stared at her half empty glass to avoid meeting her father's lust filled eyes.