"Starving," he said.That made Blake laugh. "I'll bet you are. Lilly made some soup for you.Health soup, like lunch yesterday. You remember that?" Yes.... Good salad." Oh, yeah. And some fresh spring water to go with it. I'll be rightback. Don't go away." Okay."He moved to more substantial food the next day but he was still groggyand still wanted to sleep a lot. Lilly helped him to the bathroom. Downthere he had a small nub, and two bumps like marbles. She helped him sitand he knew he'd never had. "I love," I said and kissed her tummy making her cry out softly."Are you going to fuck me Dad?" she asked."No, I'm not going to fuck you Laurel," I said watching as her face fall. "I'm going to make love to you." I don't understand, what's the difference?" she asked her face lighting up again."Fucking is where you put your pleasure first, making love is when you put your partners pleasure before yours," I explained as I saw things. "That's not to say we won't fuck at times, as it can be as much. Gently I put one hand on each cheek and spread the firm globes apart. Sure enough, I spotted another tick getting ready to latch onto the soft flesh of her ass. Without thinking I pulled it off and crushed it with my thumbnail.“Oh my God”, she gasped, “Make sure that’s the only one!”I spread her cheeks again, enjoying the view of her puckered little asshole and the sight of her blonde-haired pussy below. I felt a little guilty for checking it out but, it was the first pussy that I’d seen that. “Daddy, please rub a little higher. That feels so nice.” Honey, I’m rubbing as high as I think I should go.” “No, daddy, higher, please.” As Jim looked down, he saw that Amber was soaking. As much as he knew he should stop, NOW, he just couldn’t. Jim began to lightly caress his daughter’s outer lips then slipped one finger between them. He massaged her swollen clitoris. Almost immediately Amber shuddered and climaxed hard. God, she was a squirter, Jim’s hand was drenched. Jim was beyond caring..