She was dying to touch the front of his shorts and feel his rigid manhood but she didn't dare. That would've been crazy, wouldn't it? But what if this was the only chance she ever got? Her p***y was oozing with steaming need, like it was screaming at her that Daddy had always been the only right one for her all along. It seemed so simple. She needed him to f**k her like she was his personal property and the huge tent in his shorts revealed he needed the very same thing. They needed each other and no one else. But he was trying to be so ethical, which was both agonizing and sweet as far as his daughter was concerned.
"Honey, it's not okay," Frank told her with a worried frown. "There's no excuse ... except maybe ... I just wanted you to know how, uhh, beautiful you are."
"You really do ma
