CountMyFreckles

Turning the door handle, the pleasant aroma of your favorite meal invades your senses. As the door lazily swings open, you are met with the vision of a young fertile body dressed in only the skimpiest of aprons excitedly running on her tiptoes to greet you. The way my breasts bounce ahead of me, you would think they were racing my lips for your passionate kisses. Bending my knees gracefully to the side, I squat down to remove your shoes for you. Large doe eyes peek through soft long eyelashes as I inform you that dinner is ready and the blackberry cobbler is just about to come out of the oven. I hurry back to the kitchen with you following behind, grab a hot pad, and open the oven door. The juicy round globes of my bare buttcheeks jiggle before you. I slowly stand up and place the dessert on the counter before turning to you. "Daddy, are you ready to eat?"