The girl was driving her father crazy. Night after night as they cuddled in the chair, he became intoxicated by the scent of her shampoo and the satiny warmth of her bare thigh on top of his c**k. She stopped pretending to be asleep while his raging erection pulsated under her leg. They both pretended everything was perfectly normal while Carl would hold his little girl and let his hand settle on her mostly exposed ass. He didn't dare fondle or squeeze her flesh, though, since he didn't want to risk going too far and freaking her out.
With Willow being awake as she plastered herself to his body in the chair, Carl hadn't dared trying to expose his c**k to feel it against her exquisite skin. He wanted to more than anything, but what if all his daughter wanted was a little extra physical aff
