<strong>Name:</strong>Kismet Fourche<br/><strong>Specific Location:</strong>Bedroom<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>This (http://beautifulcrochetstuff.com/wp-content/uploads/2014/04/195.jpg)<br/><strong>Content Warning:</strong>Naughtiness afoot<br/><hr/><div class="floatleft">(http://www.frankdoorhof.com/site/wp-content/uploads/2011/05/Jamie-Sanna-18-Mei-2011-0952.jpg)</div>He closed the door and she could almost swear that she got giddy. He was actually coming to join her!<em>Eeep!</em>Playing it cool, she smirked. "No, we couldn't. Being late means that all the good dads will be paired up already," she pouted some more, but smiled when he climbed into the bed with her. Her arms went around his neck and she returned his kiss with a mix of passion and gentle love.<br/><br/>For all that she loved older gentlemen, namely her friends fathers, she had begun to see her father in a new light.  He was always so good to her, sweet and caring.  She knew he worked hard, and he never seemed to be able to relax.  At first, her solution was dragging him into the girl's little game, but that wasn't enough anymore.  Kismet really wanted to see him happy.<br/><br/>She opened her mouth to him, her tongue snaking out to meet his.  His hands were roaming over her very nude form, and she wanted more.  Hooking a leg over his, she pressed herself against him.  God, she needed more.  A whimper escaped as she pulled away to breathily beg him, "Please Daddy...more!"