FEELS SO GOOD, DADDY

He gently pressed her to sit on the couch, her ass near the edge.

"Wait, I'll get it . . ." She was too embarrassed to say it out loud, but she felt soaked.

"Wet? It'll clean up just fine," he said.

Once she sat, he slid his hands up her sides, underneath her T-shirt, and slowly, sensuously pulled her T-shirt up.

Cathy lifted her arms so he could pull it all the way off.

She had the urge to cover her breasts with her hands once he tossed it aside, but his hands were already there, stroking her, squeezing, pinching her already tight, sensitive nipples....