I left Baby sleeping and went to my bed, where I tossed and turned all night. My mind was full of flashbacks of the last few hours and I spent most of the time with my cock in my hand.
I also felt a little bit of regret and doubt, but those emotions were overwhelmed by the excitement I still felt. In fact, I wanted to crawl back in her bed and wake her and make love to her. I struggled with that impulse and made it through the night.
In the morning I showered and went to the kitchen. I had decided not to wake her, but to go on to work and see her reaction when I returned home.
I decided I would come home early tonight so we could talk. I put the milk back in the refrigerator and when I turned, she was standing next to the breakfast bar. She was wearing her nightgown.
"Good morning sweetheart."
"Good morning Daddy."
"You're up early. Do you want some cereal?"
"I couldn't sleep. No thanks. I'm not hungry. Can we talk Daddy?"
"Sure Baby."
She climbed onto a barstool and I sat beside her. She turned to me and paused as she gathered her thoughts.
"I feel weird about what you did to me last night, Daddy. It felt good and all but I'm not sure we should have done that."
"Yes honey, I know. I felt weird too, and I have thought about it a lot too and I think all we were doing was showing how much we love each other."
"That is the way I showed your Mom and as long as you understand and like it, I don't think it was wrong. If you don't want me to touch you again, I won't. I would never do anything bad to you sweetheart."
I leaned over and kissed her cheek...just a quick light peck.
She smiled at me and replied.
"I did like it Daddy, and it seemed like it was ok because I do know you love me even without us doing that, but I thought I should feel bad about it."
"Well, honey, don't fret about it. You didn't do anything and if it makes you uncomfortable, I promise I will never touch you in private areas again. Ok?"
A look of relief passed across her face and she got up to get a glass. I retrieved the milk from the refrigerator and poured for her. She sat back down and I handed her the cereal and a bowl and spoon.
We ate together in an awkward silence and I hurriedly left for work. I worried about her all day and I wrapped up my work as quickly as I could. I got home about 3 PM. I went in and looked around for her, but she wasn't to be found.
I went downstairs to my home office and as I came down the stairs, I heard a strange sound. I crept down as quietly as I could and I listened at the bottom of the stairs around the corner of the entrance to the office.
I heard a soft sound, cooing or moaning or groaning. I carefully peeked around the corner and I saw her sitting on my chair with her legs spread and her feet propped on my desk. She had her shorts off and her panties pulled aside and she was vigorously flailing her fingers against her pussy.
"Yes Daddy, rub my pussy. Finger it harder. Jam it in my tight little pussy. Oh Daddy you feel so good. Make me cum Daddy. Oh Daddy.....Oooohhhhhhh."
