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Daddy Daughter Sex Stories: Volume 2 By Jade K. Scott Display preferences: Use the alternatives below to readjust the size, style and also colors, and click "Apply" listed below. Font: Face: - Arial Times Courier Verdana Georgia Size: - Small Medium Large Huge Colors: Text: - Aqua Babsence Blue Fuchsia Gray Green Lime Maroon Navy Olive Purple Red Silver Teal White Yellow Page: - Aqua Babsence Blue Fuchsia Gray Green Lime Maroon Navy Olive Purple Red Silver Teal White Yellow Line Spacing: - Single One-and-a-Half Double Triple
page margin: 1in P text-indent: 0.5in; margin-bottom: 0.08in; direction: ltr; color: #000000; widows: 0; orphans: 0 P.western font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: 12pt; so-language: en-US P.cjk font-family: "Calibri", sans-serif; font-size: 12pt P.ctl font-family: "Calibri", sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; so-language: ar-SA H1 margin-top: 0in; margin-bottom: 0.08in; direction: ltr; color: #000000; text-align: center; page-break-inside: avoid; widows: 0; orphans: 0 H1.western font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: 18pt; so-language: en-US H1.cjk font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: 18pt H1.ctl font-family: "Calibri", sans-serif; font-size: 14pt; so-language: ar-SA A:connect color: #0000ff I was as well young toremember once Mom married Tom. She acquired pregnant with me once she wasin high college, and the father wanted nopoint to carry out via me. I’venever before also met my organic father.Tom treated me justprefer I was his very own. He was sort, loving, gentle… all the points afather should be. We were just favor any type of normal family – till mymother passed away of leukemia once I was sixteenager. I even referred to as him “Daddy”just favor he was my genuine dad.I started havingnightmares not long after Mom died. I’d wake up screaming andcalling out her name. It was killing me to be without her. I waslucky I still had Tom in my life. I don’t know exactly how I’d have madeit through without him.The nightmaresongoing for 2 years. I was eighteen years old, and also I stillcouldn’t stand living without her. She was always my rock, the oneI turned to as soon as things were bad.One night, I woke up ina cold sweat, screaming “Mom! Mom!” Tom came running into theroom, flicked on my lamp, and sat down next to me, holding me cshed ashe constantly did. It felt soothing to have his strong arms roughly me asthe tears streamed dvery own my challenge.This time wasdifferent, somehow. Instead of feeling the gentleness of a father’slove, I felt something strong, rugged. His arms were muscular, and Iput my hand also on his bicep and noticed it twitch. He smelled masculine,muskies. I felt a warmth inside my panties, and also I suddenly wanted tokiss him. I stood up to, however not without difficulty.He rocked gently backand also forth, stroking my hair. I nestled versus his shoulder,breathing in his intoxicating scent, relaxing calmly in his adopt.I remembered once I used to snuggle in his lap while the three of uswatch movies as a household. I burst right into tears, the pain of my mother’sdeath still raw after all this time.“Shh,” hewhispered. “Tright here, tbelow. It’s albest.”I felt his fingersunder my chin, lifting my confront so he can look in my eyes. Hebrumelted a tear amethod from my cheek, and I stared deeply right into his affluent,brown eyes. I began to look amethod, however unexpectedly, I felt his lips onmine. The roughness of his five o’clock shadow was harsh against myskin. I gasped and also recoiled in shock, though the sensation had beencompletely pleasant.