I guess I have a Daddy fetish and when we were... well, I am glad you are okay with me calling you Daddy. I know a lot of guys think that is pretty tw...isted," she explained."I don't think it's twisted, Luna. I think with what you described it's perfectly reasonable. I mean, it was just you and your father trying to get by. He needed you and you needed him. There's nothing twisted about that. You said you never did anything with him sexually, so I don't see any harm. And if it developed in your. ”I asked, “How do you know?”Kitty replied, “You’re kidding, right. Dad they made sure to crush them into my pussy. It was kind of like Dirty Dancing. Actually it was rather exciting. I bet my panties are wet. I’ll give them to you on the way back to our motel.”When Kitty excused herself to go to the lady’s room I waited patiently for her return. It seemed like a long wait because it was.When she returned she had a big smile on her face. She whispered, “Sorry it took so long but I found four. They would be able to see her vaginal lips, her outer folds, the thin clitoral hood. How was it exposing her so completely wasn’t going to land me in the dog house? Once again I moved my mouth to Kate’s ear, speaking in low tones. ‘Hon—I didn’t know you did that—how could I? I can just stop, that’s OK. We don’t have to do this. It was stupid of me to want to strip you down like this anyway. I don’t want to humiliate you.’ Kate turned her head to one side so she could speak to me without anyone. I felt like a typical party girl accepting to go too far too soon but I must have been imagining the judging stares. I decided to relax and see where it led. He walked us through groups of people standing outside the hall and found a quiet corner next to the festival’s entrance. It wasn’t romantic by any means, with people having their bag searched at the entrance by security guards, a bare concrete floor and a grey wall with a few whimsical trees. He leaned his back against the wall and he.