Finding my clit I rub myself fast and hard. Planning, thinking of what I can do. Sneak onto the couch with him in my little skirt, nothing underneath. Then, let him see. I WANT him to at least see me. Run from the bathroom to my room naked. I can do that. Scared of what would happen if my Dad knew how I felt. The fear really turning me on now, the idea I would. Yes. I would, do this. Whatever happens. And it had happened. The haircut. It was real, it did happen. We could at least do it one more time, me on his knee rocking over him....