Daddy’s Little Girl (Chapter 1)

However, she didn’t take the fingers out of her top, but instead held them where they were, almost pressing them to her soft flesh.

Eric breathed a sigh of relief when his daughter didn’t chastise him. At one point, she let go of his hand to reach for the popcorn in the seat next to her.

When she turned back, Eric took the opportunity to move his fingers downward again, getting half his hand under the top before she stopped him.

Now Melinda held his fingers from the outside of the top. Her own heartbeat had quickened.

Eric felt like his heart was going to beat out of his chest. His penis was now very uncomfortable in his pants. He squirmed around, trying to find a comfortable position. He couldn’t very well reach down and adjust himself.

Melinda held Eric’s trembling hand tightly, knowing that one more fraction of an inch and he would be able to feel her nipple. In fact, his fingertips were touching her brown areola. She could feel the hard nipples pulsing almost painfully. Now, her breathing was as labored as Eric.