I thanked Cindy for her having given me another reason for living, and she hushed me. By the time I reached the kitchen Cindy seemed to have things under control. Turn me on, then don’t let me cum. It was so much nicer than my truck. She had prepared bacon and fried egg sandwiches on toast, with plentiful slices of ripe red tomatoes. “I don’t know, Daddy, but that would explain her question after she hit you if you were, you know, making love to me?”
I told her, “Perhaps so, Baby Girl, but she should know I could never do that to you.”
She held my hands and whispered, “Daddy, you could do anything to me you wanted. I’ll take it up with them, unless you’d like your own lawyer to do that, but you are sole beneficiary of that, too.
