Emma reached up, but I said, "No, don't order my daughter to touch my c**k. Let her see it only."
"Understood. Sorry, Sir Daddy. No touching, Emma."
Emma pulled her hand back.
"Sir," Ivy said. "Can I please show her how to stroke it? Just a few times so she learns?"
I wanted it, so I said, "Very well, only a few times."
"Watch," Ivy said. "You take the base here, where the skin is loose, and you tighten your fingers around it. See my hand?"
"Yes, it doesn't hurt when you squeeze it?"
"No, babygirl," I said. "It feels nice."
Ivy nodded. "Men love it when you squeeze their c***s. It's like how your p***y would squeeze it if his c**k was inside of you. That's what your hand will do, act like our p*****s. See, you hold the c**k tight and you pull the skin up the shaft, like this."
Ivy
