Missy: Day One
Day One “Daddy?” “Yes baby girl?” “Are you going to fuck me?” Daddy’s fork stopped halfway to his mouth at the kitchen table, surprised etched across his face. Let me start at the beginning… My name is Missy and I grew up in a loving home in a big city. My mother was fit and active, going to the gym regularly each week and enjoyed being a housewife. My Daddy worked hard for a living as a lawyer and also kept himself in great shape. His body ripped with muscle and a clear six pack. Everyone always said Mommy was a lucky lady. Daddy always corrected them and said he was the lucky one with a stunner for a wife. Mommy had long legs, a little waist and big boobs that were always bouncing a …