Every couple of minutes, Brad could feel his daughter's fingers press ever so slightly into his thigh, like she was testing her own courage, but she couldn't bring herself to actually reach for his bone. The anticipation was driving him crazy. He never thought it was possible to get so hard from not having his c**k touched.
When he finally pulled into their driveway, Maria started to pull her hand away but Brad put his hand on top of hers and held it there. It went against his better judgement, but he didn't want his little girl to take her hand away. She wasn't actually touching his c**k, so how dangerous could it be?
"Did you like our date, sweetheart?" he asked.
"It was so perfect, Daddy. But it's not quite over yet, is it?"
"No?" he asked curiously.
"You're supposed to kiss the gi
