"Mmmm.  Baby, you're so damn sexy," Paul told Celeste, his breath holding for just a second at the promise implied when the girl tucked her thumbs into her thong.  Some time soon it would come down.  Paul had long since become ready for his daughter in a purely physical sense, but he felt no need to rush the show she was intent on giving him.  Still, it was almost ironic.  As the years had slowly passed, he'd needed more and more foreplay to grow hard for his wife.  He'd thought that it was him, and his age catching up to him.  It couldn't be though, not now that he'd had another example to judge by.  Sometimes all Celeste needed to do was smile, and he'd want her.  Those times he had to struggle with himself not to just throw her over a handy surface and take her there and then.  Mostly he was able to fight off that impulse.  Mostly.  He hadn't succumbed in public yet, though long ago he'd realised that always having a condom on hand wasn't going to be practical.  And so it was that he'd encouraged his little girl to go on birth control.  Better that than an accident.<br/><br/>He watched with heavy-lidded eyes, an expression on his face somewhere between ecstasy and agony at the teasing sight before him.  It was already painful trying to hold himself away in the trousers he'd worn all day, but he didn't want to unzip to relieve the pressure.  That would be a job for his little girl.  "Now I want to see you take off that thong, Celeste.  Slowly, like I taught you.  And then, when you're ready to stop dancing, Daddy's got a surprise for you, for being such a good girl.  You remember where Daddy keeps the lollipops, don't you, baby?"