The next morning, not even the unwelcome blaring of my alarm could ruin my good mood. I slapped blindly at my clock until it quit, writhing in my bed with a big, happy smile on my lips, trying to recapture the threads of my interrupted dream. I wasn't sure of the details... but from the hot, sticky wetness between my thighs, I knew Daddy had been responsible. I rolled out of bed, stretching and rolling my neck, grabbing my bathrobe from the hook on the back of my door... I paused, biting my lip, and put it back. I took a deep breath, prepared myself... and stepped out into the hall wearing nothing but my T-shirt and my tiny, wet little pink cotton panties.
No Daddy. No chance for him to catch me, walking around in my panties.
I sighed in disappointment, but not surprise. Daddy had his ow
