Daddy’s LIttle Sex Doll III

I got off the bus and headed up the long driveway to my house. Most kids are in a hurry to get home to see Mom and Dad, or to grab a snack talk on the phone with a friend, or mess around on the computer. Not me, I’m never really in a hurry to get home, because when I get there I know what I have to do. I have to patiently wait for my Daddy to get home. Most little girls can’t wait for their Daddy to get home and play with them. Mine is like any other Dad to the outside world, he likes to play with me too, but, I doubt that it’s like most Dad’s play with their little girls. I walk slowly up the hill to the sidewalk and I look at the bedroom window on the far end of the house. I see the blinds parted, and I know that today Daddy has beat me home. I sigh, long and deep, I reach into my skirt pocket for the house key, sticking it in the knob I realize it’s unlocked. I walk into the house and lay my books on the sofa table. I walk quietly down the hallway to my room, I heard no noise, just the clicking of the refrigerator, and the sound of water running into the dishwasher. I walk into my room.

Nothing in my room is ever out of place, as a matter of fact it doesn’t look like a real child even lives in this room, because I spend most of my spare time in bed with my Daddy. He steps into my doorway in a t-shirt and pair of jeans. He smiles at me, and I smile back, I’m genuine in my feelings for him I love him but I have to share him with my Mother which makes me jealous. I know that he knows I’m very jealous and he promises me that he will send my Mother away so it can just be him and I very soon. He walks over to the bed and puts his hand on my face, he tilts my chin toward him and leans in. I feel his lips on mine and they are so soft and moist, he kisses me. I return the kiss, I love to kiss him probably because I know it’s wrong.