I turn in my seat and get onto my knees, allowing me to lean into daddy and kiss him on the cheek. “Showing you my love, daddy,” I whisper, my hand gripping his bulge as I finish.

He turns to say something, but I use his mouth before he can get a word out, my lips planting on his. I kiss him for only a moment before his head spins back around to the road.

Even though out in the farmlands there isn't much traffic between school and home, Daddy focuses on the road. “I'm driving, kiddo.” That's fine, because it allows me to focus on him without any interruptions....