Dd/lg Stories

“Good morning, sleepy head.” I rubbed the sleep from my eyes and sat up, slowly focusing on Daddy standing in the doorway, dressed in a pair of plaid pajama bottoms and nothing else. He looked good. Really good. I realized with a start that I was staring at the obvious bulge at his crotch. And that I was breathing a little too fast. I knew I should stop, but I couldn’t seem to control myself. I felt the heat of arousal bl...