's, always accepting my lame excuses for being there, never suspecting I 'd lain naked in his arms for hours. The first time he 'd ejaculated as I lay next to him I 'd been stunned, sure that he must be awake as his ropy strands splashed against my stomach and thighs. I fled that first time, his sticky cream oozing down my legs as I ran, but had been unable to stop giggling as I threw myself onto my bed. I tasted Daddy 's sperm for the first time that night, dipping my finger again and again through the dripping cream, reveling in its aroma and flavor as I sucked his seed off my finger. Since that first night I 'd often seen Daddy come, and increasingly had had to fight myself from straddling Daddy and taking him inside me as he slept.

But I knew that I had to be patient only a little while longer, that we 'd be together and that inevitably we 'd make love.

Still, tonight I 'd decided to spend the night in Daddy 's bed, still warm from his body, I thought back to that February night four months ago that had precipitated everything that was now happening in my life. FEBUARY 1994 Daddy had surprised me the first time that night, dipping my finger again and again as the hours passed his penis would lengthen and fatten as he dreamt. I had learned to delight in the feeling of his hardness against me.

Over the past four months I had taken to occasionally sneaking into Daddy 's bed over the last eight years, ever since the day Mom had run off with her lover and left us.