I hoped he would read it and I could secretly rub myself while he read. This story had lots of ‘tingle’ parts in it. He had a soft whispery way of telling the story that just gave me tingles, when he read those ‘certain’ parts.
I knew it had some sex in it and I wanted to see if her would read it with deep smooth sexy voice. I had it in my lap top and he sat on the side of my bed to read it to me. As I grew up I found a hot love story for him to read. Mom had always gone to bed early and it became ‘my time’ with my daddy. I watched my virgana squarm, _My daddy had always read me a bedtime story before bed.
