Daddy reminded me the other day when I started high school and I was having trouble in math.  He would spend hours helping me so I could get good grades. And I did. Not the best in the class but I passed and was so grateful to daddy the day I got my report card. I ran home and hugged him so tight, wrapped my legs around him and squeezed as hard as I could. Daddy was so happy he kissed me right on the lips and squeezed my little bottom until I squeeled. I could feel something hard between Daddy‘s legs as he carried me into my bedroom.
Do you wanna know what it was? Â Do you wanna know what he did to me for getting such good grades?
Giggles
Junie
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