As she lay there in bed, she was thinking about the stories she had read last night on the Internet. Stories that made her excited, but yet confused. They were about intimate feelings and affection. Not just any feelings, but those unspoken feelings that can only come from a loving father.

She had noticed his friendly pats on the ass when she had made a good play. The close hugs that he shared, when her team won. It felt very good. If it were from anyone else, she would have been uncomfortable. She loved her dad very much, and these feelings kept surfacing now and then. She remembered the time she accidentally walked in on him as he was jumping in the shower. It had caught her off guard. Every now and then she takes a trip back in her mind to sneak a peek of what she remembers.

Her mind drifts off to the day she found her satin panties in his drawer. Not once, but twice. She remembers how she felt when she first found them. Surprised, but yet, a little excited. On one occasion they were still wet, as if he might have erupted his manhood into the satin fabric. She slipped them on, and noticed the fabric sticking to her soft skin. Excitement overtook her as she pressed the cum soaked fabric into the delicate folds of her flesh. This was an incredible feeling that was both naughty and nice. They were the same satin panties she had on now. She had lots of different colored panties, but these are the only satin ones and they have become her favorite pair. ......(cont)