I waited.Ash peeked her head around the door just a few minutes later.“You ready, Daddy?”“Come on in, sweetheart.”She came further around the ...door, her right breast became visible. She crept around a little more, a shy look on her face, then she laughed and bolted for my bed. I yanked the sheet back and she jumped in with me in full giggle mode.I pulled the sheet back over as I rolled on top of her. We kissed hard and full, like two long-lost lovers who’ve been separated for years. I could feel. “She does, but… she cannot live with us.”“But daddy, can we not meet her on her birthday? Please. I will eat all my veggies and do all my homework. I really... really... really miss her.”I looked at my daughter who meant the world to me. Her eyes were moist. As I caressed her hair, I saw the photograph of Carol and me. A moment, frozen in time. It was a picture of her third birthday which was celebrated at Cynthia’s place. There was joy and laughter in everyone's face.“I will try, sweetheart. I. I worried that we’d peak too soon, without giving her ass a going over, or a fucking DP, TP, whatever. “OK, someone fuck her ass, let’s give this slut a fucking party.”We all drew back and looked at each other. Steve wanted to go first, and Diane rolled over and raised her ass and shook it. “Oh yeah,” she said, “give this fucking slut a cock in her tight ass now! Use me like a whore.” Steve was back there and easing the head in in a flash, which Diane took no with problem, just a smile and a. “I guess we are out now.” I smiled and nodded, happy that I could now maybe hold his hand. Time would tell how far we would take this, but I knew we would be that talk of the school for a few days. I was right about the talk of the school especially after people saw us holding hands and hugging later in the day. Some were probably thinking or told that he did it to stop Jodie, but when we left class with our hands melded together that myth was shattered. For the first time we ate lunch together.