Krysta 844-332-2639 Ext. 410
It soaks my panties when we make other people uncomfortable. Like the other day when I was dressed in a cute little skirt and sweater, with my pigtails pulled high on my head. I carried a small backpack purse and held your hand as we walked through the park. People could see that you are much older than me from a distance. Probably old enough to be older than my real Dad. I just look like your chunky little girl as we stroll, but things get uncomfortable when we sit on the park bench.
Instead of sitting beside you, I always sit on your lap with my legs dangling between yours. Sometimes your hand rests on my waist, but when we’re being really cheeky, you place your hand on my thigh and start to rub under my skirt.
Let’s Make Them Uncomfortable
Oh, the stares we get! As if people can’t mind their own business. We push it further when I start to call you “Daddy” in conversation. Finally, the people relaxing near us begin to scoff at how inappropriate you are being with your daughter. How dirty of you, Sir! Hehe. Then the best part is when you kiss me.
I lean into your chest and suck your tongue into my mouth. Then I moan and whimper how Daddy is the best kisser! Sometimes a Karen will try to break us up. They complain loudly about how our public display of affection is grossing her out or that she doesn’t want anyone to see what kind of messed-up things you think should be allowed with your daughter.
As uncomfortable as she is with what she thinks she knows is going on, it’s always hilarious when I embarrass her further by replying back with, “oh my god, gross! Did you think he was my actual Dad? Lady, that’s sick. He’s my boyfriend!” Oh, how red they always get!
Krysta 844-332-2639 Ext. 410