She wasn't really my daughter β just a waif that we took in when my wife was alive. We gave her a home with the same care and understanding that we gave our own children when raising them.
Gabby had been away for some months now β having moved back to the Midwest where she got a good job and was putting her life back together after a horrendous time of life in the south.
It seems like just yesterday when she showed up at the front door β in tears β telling me how everyone hated her and picked on her so. So she had pulled up stakes and came to me β the only place she had ever known where she could just let go and be herself.
I had no sooner sat down when she crawled onto my lap β putting a strain on my recliner. Arms around my neck β her face was buried there as she sobbed and whispered her story to me.
I had one arm around her and the other hand draped gently on her bare thigh for Gabby was one who loved short skirts. This denim skirt of hers was shorter than short and quite easily rode up to her hips every time she sat. This time there was a neat white triangle peeking at me β her little white lacy thong. And my cock began stirring.
Gently, I stroked her naked thigh β caressing it from the knee to as far as I dared β slowly inching my way to her thong. Her ragged breath and the squirming of her naked butt cheeks against my cock told me the effect my fingers were having on her. And the moisture seeping from her pussy was beginning to run down her silky inner forming a pool β soaking her short skirt and my lap.
Gabby squirmed around on my lap and raising her head β she kissed me. Long and slow as lovers do. Her searching tongue pried my lips apart as it invaded my mouth. I sucked slowly on her tongue as my fingers found the lacy thong and traced the outline of her cunt lips as I pressed a finger home to her clit. Stroking her β slowly and deliberately β I could feel her heart beating rapidly β keeping time with her breath.
I pulled my mouth from hers. "Gabby, there's more room on the loveseat," I said. "You'll have to get up so we can move over there."
She rose β not even attempting to lower her skirt. I got up and sat on the loveseat and Gabby straddled my legs β one knee pressing on each of my hips as she faced me. Unzipping her denim skirt β she pulled it over her head and tossed it aside. Now there was only her skimpy top and her little white lacy thong between us.
She leaned forward and kissed me again. This time we both played a little duel with our tongues β each fighting for control β neither winning. Gabby squirmed on my lap β grinding her crotch into my cock. I was rock hard by now.