Small and petite with that dark hair and eyes, I remember a hiking trip a bunch of us had taken where I couldn't take my eyes off her slender tanned l...egs in her tiny denim shorts. Again I had to adjust my stiffness in my shorts as I imagined finding a quiet area with her and peeling her shorts off, putting my head between her thighs and pulling her panties to the side.... How wet would she be? What would she taste like, smell like? I longed to know. Naturally the weather was scorching and by. She whispered, "I love you, Bradford and I can't stand for you to be alone. You'll just have to hold me if I cry again."I held her in a tight hug and pulled her mouth up for a kiss. "I love you, too, Laura. Try to sleep, but cry if you must."The pill was effective and I slept my eight hours. Laura was gone. I made my own breakfast, realizing that I had not set the coffee timer, so I had to wait on it. After breakfast, the doorbell rang and I went to see Cynthia. Strange that she didn't just. The drapes were drawn and I could barely see his outline. But, I felt his mouth when he started sucking on my pussy just fine. Sighing with raw sensation, I felt my knees go weak. My daddy plunged his fingers into me again and again and again. I came almost immediately, crying out, "Oh, daddy!" My father straightened up. He placed a finger on my lips. I was still panting, but I got the hint. Taking my hand, my daddy led me to the bed and sat me down. I heard him undo his zipper and I gasped out. He'd hold it all the way up in me and reach around to grab and jerk my dick. This went on for twenty minutes. I was in ecstacy. He'd tell me that he "was fucking me good" and "you're my little bitch" and even a "who's your daddy?" as he'd smack my ass from time to time. I was his little bitch.I was pushing back on him as much as he was pushing into me. I felt him grow even bigger. We were one unit and he was grunting and starting to sweat. It dripped from his nose onto my back. This guy knew.