She was just setting the table when her father came in. He came up behind her and slipped his arms around her, pulling her close as he kissed her cheek. "Hello, Snuggles," he said as she relaxed back against him, feeling the bulge of his cock resting against the upper portion of the crack of her ass. "Snuggles" was his nickname for her that he had given to her when she was just a baby, because of the way she liked to snuggle up in his arms and go to sleep.

"Hi, Daddy," she replied contentedly. "Supper is almost ready, but you still have time to wash up first if you want."

"What's the matter?" he teased as he let go of her, making her feel suddenly lonely. "Is the smell of good hard labour too much for you?"

"Oh, Dad," she replied, turning to face him, her lips forming a wide grin, "you know I love the way you smell. It wouldn't matter to me at all if you wanted to sit down right now. I just thought it might make you feel better, that's all."

"You're right, it will. Okay, give me five minutes."

As her father left her standing in the kitchen she could still feel the gentle press of his cock against her in her mind, could still feel his strong arms around her, his hands just brushing the underside of her tits. She felt herself flush with embarrassment and desire as she turned back to finish setting the table.

He came back downstairs a few minutes later dressed in a clean pair of old jeans and a strap tee-shirt, which only emphasized his rugged, handsome, well-built body. When she looked at him it was hard for her to believe that he was forty years old, exactly twice her age. She knew that a couple of her girlfriends had told her they thought her father was the best-looking father of all the girls, and a few of them had even hinted that they wouldn't mind letting him fuck them if the opportunity ever came up. When she heard that for the first time, she made sure none of them ever got that chance.