Celeste danced for her father, swaying her hips and turning to show her backside to him as she bent over and ran her fingers up her legs and hooked her fingers in the waistband of the thong.  She would gladly dance for her father when he asked, knowing how it put a smile across his face.  And the way his voice would dip huskily as he appreciated her body, put a smile on hers.<br/><br/>It'd started almost a year ago.  Paul had seemed so lonely and Celeste couldn't stand to see him that way.  She wanted her father happy.  After what their mother had put him through, he deserved it.  But no matter what happened, it seemed that he was determined to pull away from the world.  And it broke her heart.  So Celeste took matters into her own hands.<br/><br/>She knew that some of the other kids at school thought she was a geek or a dork for not wanting to hang out with them and choosing to go home right away.  And she knew what some of them did with their time.  She rather spend it at home with her father, doing as he asked and receiving the pleasures of his lessons.<br/><br/>As Paul asked her to again show off her legs, Celeste gave him a small little smile and moved towards him and turned, getting down on all fours and lifting her butt in the air, while she stretched her hands out in front of her and slid along the floor.