"Here?" I said, confused, "Like the couch?"
"When you sat in my lap on Movie Night. I feel really dumb for not picking up on it, but I was too busy watching August get off on cuddling with your mother. Which was, admittedly, heartwarming. I think though, that you wanted to be there for a reason. Maybe you weren't even sure at the time, but I think you wanted to be in your Daddy's lap, with his hands on you, didn't you?"
I bit my lip. All I could do was nod. I was so wet by now that he had to have been able to feel it.
"Well then, you can watch the movie for a while," he whispered in my ear, softly, "You don't have to do anything. Yet."
I was very aware of his hand on my tummy. His c**k pressing into my ass. Jesus that felt way too big. His breath on my neck. I felt much younger than I
