He whistled softly. "You're a very pretty girl, honey. You shouldn't tease men too much. They might get ideas you're not ready for yet."

She gazed at him meaningfully and her heart skipped a beat. "Do you really think I'm pretty?"

"Don't fish for compliments."

He glanced at her tits. They wobbled slightly when she sat up. She looked down at them and smiled approvingly.

"I'll bet you're thinking I don't have a bra on."

"As a matter of fact…"

"Oh, Daddy, they're only boobs."

"As long as you don't go out like that."

"But none of my friends wear a bra."

"Have your friends got boobs like yours?" He nodded toward her tits.

She covered her face with her hands. "You're embarrassing me."

"Bullshit. You don't get embarrassed."

Giggling, she flopped onto her back and let her legs fall open. "I can't fool you. You know me so well."

"You're my only daughter, honey, and no man will ever know you the way I do."

A warm liquidy feeling gripped her. "I know it," she said softly. "And you'll always be my main man."

"Oh?" he said, his eyes returning to her boobs.

She sat up and planted her feet far apart so he could get a good look at her crotch. "You know what I mean." She glanced around. "I think I'll go in now."

Bob sprang up and put his arm around her shoulder. "I'll go in too."

Her heart pounded as they went into the kitchen. His arm still around her, she turned to him and kissed his cheek.

"Still hungry?" he said in a strangely husky voice.

"Not really," she said.

They faced each other like two animals stalking each other. She was the first to blink. "You can kiss me if you want to," she murmured. "I'd like to make it with you, if you want. I don't care what people would say. I've wanted to do it with you as long as I can remember."

"Jesus!" he muttered, wrapping his arms around her and drawing her closer.