The silence in the room is deafening. I wait for Jess to deny that she’s aroused, to make an excuse, to say anything. But she doesn’t make a sound, remaining motionless on my lap beside the telltale sign of her arousal.
I look up at Ashley. The pretty blonde is staring at me, her doe eyes still huge and round. But something’s changed in her expression; gone is the look of terror... Instead she looks almost curious.
I shake myself slightly, just in case I’m dreaming. I’m not. Holy hell.
“I’m going to ask you again,” I say carefully, forcing myself to keep my voice steady, “care to tell us why you’re wet right now?”
“Because,” Jess whispers shakily, “because I’m turned on, daddy.”
I swear the earth stops spinning.
Nothing I’ve ever read in parenting books could ever, ever have prepare
