In the morning I put on a fresh pair of panties. They were white with a little line of pink trim around them and a cute pink bow at the top. They were probably too small for me, but I liked how they hugged me and you could see the shape of my v****a through them. I was trying to get used to calling it my p***y. I knew from the story book that that was a better word than v****a for when men and women were naked together. Plus I liked how it sounded. I whispered to myself, 'Daddy has a c**k. I have a p***y,' over and over.
Thinking about Daddy's big c**k made my p***y wet.
I was wearing my short pink nightie when I went into the kitchen for breakfast after brushing my teeth. Daddy was drinking coffee at the kitchen table.
'Hi sweetie. Did you sleep well?'
'Yes, thank you Daddy,' I said a
