"Well, not everything, Daddy. I'm pretty sure some of the urges are 100% me," she said, lifting the bottom of the t-shirt and pulling it up and over her head. Then she opened her legs a bit more. "I'm sorry I stole some of your supper. Do you want a tasty little treat to tide you over?"

I groaned at the awfulness of her banter and began working my way up her leg. She giggled, both at my reaction and to the sensation of my beard ticking its way up her leg.

"Do not think for a second you can make a habit of stealing my food and think you...