With the girl's face lying against his upper chest, her hair just touching his chin, Carl shifted and looped his arm around her.
"I love you, Daddy," she said sleepily.
"I love you, too, sweetheart," he replied, laying a light kiss on her forehead.
Carl let his hand rest on Willow's body just above her hip, right where her soft skin was bare between the bottom of her tank top and the waist band of her panties. She made a soft, cooing sound when his hand touched her skin, but in less than five minutes the girl was asleep.
Carl didn't want to move. He didn't want to wake his daughter. It felt too good to hold her so close and feel her breath against his chest. Yet at the same time his c**k was growing hard under the warm pressure of her bare leg. He was only wearing a T shirt and boxer b
