I forgot my father was even in the room, until he lifted me up into his arms and began to kiss me. My heart throbbed in my chest, and I began to lick my lips. Mature sex I reached down, and began to use my second hand on him. That feeling I never let loose, because I’m afraid of what it is. I put the letter back, but I couldn’t take my eyes off of that tent. I was amazed. But with my daddy, I couldn’t just snap my legs closed like I was used to. When I reached my bedroom I got up and climbed in my bed. Dear Diary,
I know it’s been a while since I’ve written in you, but I just have to get this off my chest, and I know I can’t tell anybody or daddy might get in trouble. When I reached the top, I felt that his cover was moist on the very tip of the tent. It was horrible.
