My wife Ginny had given birth to our little girl who because of her wonderful red hair soon became nicknamed Ginger. But soon after my wife left me for an older man, a millionaire. I couldn’t compete with my cuckolding wife’s new guy. I wanted to keep Ginger with me but the father never gets custody unless the mother can be proved to be unfit.
Worse still the old rich guy used his money to stop me even having visiting rights. I still loved Ginny with her red flowing hair she was the only woman for me. I was devastated, my two girls going in one go.
I worked hard and eventually managed to build up a worldwide Corperation. My empire was so huge I managed to undercut my wife’s seducer’s company and have him declared bankrupt. He died of old age soon after and I tried to find my ex wife Ginny and my girl Ginger.
It took me two years using an army of private detectives to locate them. But it was too late to help Ginny she’d been forced by her old seducer to become his firms prostitute. She’d been used to secure deals for his firm by being forced to have unprotected sex with his clients.
When I found her she was in the last stages of dieing from aids. She told Ginger, now a picture image of her mother she was to live with me her father. Ginny died two weeks later and Ginger moved into my palatial mansion in England.
I explained why I’d never been to see her and was horrified when she told me the old man had informed her I just wasn’t interested in her. Ginger kissed me and promised me she’d make it up to me somehow. I was sixty-eight by then old enough to have been her granddad instead of her father. Would the fact that me her father was a much older man upset my eighteen-year-old daughter I wondered?
My girl was so much like her mother I found myself calling her Ginny sometimes and she’d laugh and then give me a hug and a kiss on the cheek. Soon we were so used to each other she’d sometimes walk around with little clothes on.
There were many handsome local boys who were taken by her fantastic looks but she refused to date any of them. When I asked Ginger why, she kissed me and said, “My heart belongs to daddy!”
We’d both swim in my inside swimming pool with my Daughter wearing just a string bikini that left nothing to the imagination. She was my daughter so I realized I must control myself. Probably if I’d seen her grow through all her little girl stages I’d now not be so attracted by her fantastic figure.
But I dreamed of Gingers long red hair and perfect form, exactly as her mother looked as we’d conceived her. One night when Ginger kissed me goodnight she playfully ‘pretend’ flirted with me.
She was dressed only in a tiny thong with a tantalizingly almost sheer front panel. Out of the sides I could see a few strands of ginger pussy hair. On her top she wore a cut down T-shirt, showing the diamond belly button stud I’d bought her for her eighteenth birthday two days before. Her boobs like her mothers were E cup and firm so held the T-shirt open and I could almost but not quite see her young firm tits.
