Daddy rose up again and started working on my shirt buttons one by one. As he descended, tickling my tummy with his fingers as he loosened each button, I unconsciously started to bite my lower lip. He looked down at me and smiled, then placed a quick little kiss on my forehead before finishing the last button and pulling my open shirt down my arms.

I looked down at myself, my perky breasts covered in a plain white, satin bra, my slightly pouchy mid section, and the fleshy chocolate skin of my spread thighs between the fabric of my panties and my high socks. I thought I must look irresistible...