"It wasn't, baby," he whispered as she gathered his hands in hers before guiding them forward.

"I want you to be the one to take off my top, Daddy? Please... pretty please... take off my top."

He sighed deeply as the better angels of his nature fought desperately to try and convince him to simply say no, but as she smiled at him slyly, still thrusting her chest out to him, he became lost in her beauty as he stared at her chest.

Still on the fence, and wanting reassurance, he whispered to her, "Are you sure that is what you really want... to show them to me?"

As she...