Monday 9th
I'm going to try again. Dr. Phillips says it might be easier if I forget what has happened to people since I had the baby. "Just start from the beginning." he said.

So... The first time I remember Daddy touching me I was about 6. I must have been because I remember him picking me up from school and talking to Miss Donaldson. Anyway, we got home and Daddy made some sandwiches and we both sat down on the settee to watch the telly...

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Richard Clarke sat on the settee with his arm around his beautiful 6 year old daughter. The television was on but he didn't know what the programme was, his eyes were unfocused as he remembered that afternoon. How lovely Amber had looked as she ran across the playground to jump into his arms, the sweet smell of her, the softness of her bum in his hands. His gorgeous girl was in his mind more and more these days. Richard had always thought that little girls were cute, but recently his mind was going further; imagining that he was touching her, tasting her...

Amber's eyes were glued to the screen and a sandwich was poised close to her mouth as she watched. Slowly, tentatively, Richard reached out with his hand and stroked Amber's smooth leg. Slowly he moved his hand higher, dragging up his daughter's skirt as he went.

"Daddy... What are you doing?"

"It's okay darling, I'm just making you feel good. You watch the telly."

"Okay." Amber carried on watching the screen although her Daddy's touches were making her shiver.

Richard stared at his hand as it moved higher. It was almost as if it was someone else's hand stroking the 6 year olds leg. Amber's white cotton panties came into view and Richard licked his lips. He had often seen his daughter naked as she bathed and got ready for bed. But, somehow, this was infinitely more exciting. Richard's fingers walked over Amber's leg until they were lying on top of the tight material, soaking up the heat radiating from the pre-teen's inviolate cunny.

"Daddy. Mummy says that I shouldn't let anyone touch me there."

"But it's okay... I'm your Daddy. This is something that Daddy's do with their favourite little girl. It's a special secret just between us. You can keep a secret can't you?"

Amber cocked her head to one side and considered what her father had said. She loved her Daddy, but instinctively knew that she shouldn't keep this from her Mummy.

"Okay Daddy, a secret.".....(cont)