And we didn't. Once we got home, Daddy and I resumed our loving daddy-daughter lifestyle – him going to work and me to school and spending the rest of our time loving and fucking each other. Daddy had me in every position possible in every room of the house. Breakfast often concluded with me on my knees sucking Daddy off and sending him to work with a smile on his face and me to school with a bellyful of fresh semen. Supper usually ended with me bent over the kitchen table and Daddy taking me from behind. Bedtime found us cuddled together, limbs intertwined as our bodies cooled from making...