1. Lizvette weekend part 2


    Date: 10/10/2014, Categories: Taboo, Author: Stiffenpurple, Rating: , Source: xHamster

    dazed by what had happened that day. Stunned to silence and wonder at her. But not Lizvette. She was exuberant, ecstatic, filled with a new kind of joy she had never known, and overflowing with love. She would leap at me, completely naked and arms wide open, to cling to my neck and exclaim, "Daddy I love you!" She was playful. Teasing. She would find any excuse to bend over and say, "Oh daddy, look, my shoe is untied" and mime tying a shoe with her bare foot before collapsing with laughter at my wide eyed reaction. And filled with questions. Who is my favorite of Vanessa's friends? Do I know Rebecca? Did I see that TV show last night? Are her feet really pretty? What is my sign? Do I like ice cream? What is my middle name? Can we go swimming? To this last question, I gave a serious reply. "Baby I could get into a lot of trouble if anyone found out that you have been here with me, like this. You know that don't you? Suppose my neighbors saw you and mentioned it to my wife or your mother? We must be very careful, darling." She stood before me, after stopping her naked perusal of my bookcases and said, "Daddy please don't worry. Promise me you won't. I will always keep our secret. I will never tell anyone about us, about the way you love me. Its just for us. Promise?" I promised not to worry. I started to wonder that she might be missed by her sitter. I told her of ...
    this. From her purse she snatched a little cell phone and punched it a few times before saying, "I'm going to spend the night at Lisbeth's house. Here. Her dad will tell you its okay." She thrust the phone into my hand and laughed silently as I assured her sitter it was alright, that I was very happy to, um, have her. We spent the evening talking and watching television. Or she did,. I spent it in stunned amazement at my naked teenage guest, in all her innocent beauty. At one point in the evening it occurred to me. She never told me where she had put her shorts and panties. When I asked before her bath, she simply giggled. I didn't want my wife or daughter to stumble onto a pair of panties too small for either of them and ask questions. "Baby I need to know where your panties are." She stopped dancing and looked e squarely in the eyes. "Play your guitar for me, daddy." I asked again, this time with more f***e in my voice. She bursted with her girlish laughter and walked to my guitar stand, took it by the neck and handed it to me. "Shake it!" There, in the body of my acoustic guitar, were my Lizvette's little cotton panties. She laughed at the confused smile on my face as I stared into the sound hole of my guitar. She repeated: "Play for me, Daddy." And I played while she danced. And to this day, inside my guitar, a sweet memento of my Lizvette remains. For me to play to.
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