Walk In Ch. 02

Thinking about sex and my dad.

I was all out of breath, like when we were running back to the parking lot. I just sat there, looking at my hand. Last Sunday daddy's hand was covered with his cum; now, my hand was covered with my cum. I looked at it; then I sniffed it. That was no big; I'd smelled my cum before. But this was the first time I licked it. And it didn't taste like it smelled; the smell was stronger somehow. The taste wasn't funky and wasn't nasty, but it made me think of the sleepover and whether things went farther after I left. I had pictures in my mind of Not Marie fucking girls with her plastic prick, but I also pictured some of my friends licking my pussy and that was just too weird! I never thought anything like that before! I didn't want them doing that now.

But I did have to attack my clit again and cum for a third time before I went back to the car. I expected daddy to make some sort of joke about how long I was gone, but it felt like I was blushing like a Hollywood sunset. Maybe I was, because he just looked at me and didn't say anything. And I didn't say much of anything to him for a couple of days.

But I was thinking; I was thinking a lot.