"f**k, please just, just..." He leaned over the kitchen counter covering his face. "What did I do?"
I came closer to him, putting my hand on his back. "Daddy?"
"I am so sorry, Madi. I swear I am so sorry."
"For what?" I asked.
"For almost f*****g you," he said, looking at me. "God, I'm sorry."
"Oh, Daddy, I don't mind. It felt so good. Aren't we going to f**k now?"
"Baby, no, of course not."
"Why not?"
"Baby, I can't f**k you. You're my daughter."
"But you were going to five minutes ago."
"I was going to f**k a prostitute pretending to be my daughter," he said, standing up straight again. "Please put your clothes on. I can see your pussy."
I looked down at myself. "But I wanna have sex."
"What are you saying?" he said. "I'm your daddy!"
"I know," I said. "You're so gorgeous th
