Chapter 83

• I grab the waistband of his boxers and slide them down his thighs. Underneath, daddy's hand is slowly massaging his cock. Even though I'm only a girl, I know for a fact he isn't doing it right. He's just kind of mashing it absentmindedly. There's no way that's doing any good for him. But I got to get him to stop. If not for his sake, then at least for my conscience of getting him going down this road.
• “Daddy, stop.” This time I don't command him, instead gently guiding his hand away from his crotch. “Let me help you.”
• I can't believe I'm going to do this. I never in my wildest dreams thought