But he was still tugging his arm against my restraining grip. I finally let go of his wrist and his finger slid easily out of my v****a. Panting heavily, I squeezed my eyes shut. My entire body was a tingling, writhing mass of arousal. I had been right on the brink of release!
Despite my extreme frustration, I sighed and said, "Oh daddy. You're being too moral about this." The second the words were past my lips, I realized just how strongly I believed them. My father was being too moral. And, more importantly, I realized that my own concept of right and wrong had shifted. I no longer felt like it was wrong to want my father. But how was I to get him to see it that way, too?
We didn't talk anymore after that and I didn't do anything physical with him. I just laid beside him until I could
