Dionne.
It was morning. The kitchen was normal: bacon was cooking, coffee was making. But the air felt heavy because of what happened last night. I pushed the door open.
“Morning, Daddy,” I said. My voice sounded a little rough.
I walked behind him and put my arms around his body, pressing close. I wasn’t wearing a bra, just this thin, white, see-through shirt.
My breasts pressed into the wide surface of his back. The rubbing right away sent a strong wave of heat through my body.
“f**k,” I thought. “This feels so good.”
I closed my eyes and breathed him in. I stood there breathing for a moment, letting the heat from his body go through my shirt and into my skin. My n*****s were already poking against his back. I breathed and let myself feel close to him.
“Everything okay, doll?” he
