You’re not my father, but can I still call you Daddy?
I was so wet my pink skirt was sticking to me. Just the thought of my stepdaddy… walking around the house, sweating, ignoring me – drove me completely crazy. Every move he made turned me on: the way he walked around the house, the way he bent over, the sound of his voice when he was fixing something… My whole body was screaming for this one fantasy. I lay down, played with my toy, whispered his name, and completely lost myself in the thought of what it would be like if he were standing in front of me right now… It became so intense that I completely forgot about myself – my whole body was twitching, moaning, and squirting.
