“Daddy, you can fix me” I whisper and place my hands on his arms.
“f*****g hell” he says and turns around abruptly.
“I…I can't hold back anymore, you won't look at me when we get home" I say with a pout and he wipes his palm on his overalls.
“I look you plenty baby” he says and I shake my head in disagreement.
High off the smell of oil and sweat coming from him.
Turned on by the obvious thickness under his pants waiting for my hand.
“Not enough” I whine and he groans.
“Look around us, what do you see?“ He asks me and I obey, I see cars driving past us, colorful lights in the distance and plenty of trees.
“I don't see mom” I say.
“She goes through this route and you know it” he says and turns to get back to work.
I press myself against his back with a moan as my n*****s press into
