“Daddy, you can fix me” I whisper and place my hands on his arms.

“Fucking hell” he says and turns around abruptly.

“I…I can't hold back anymore, you won't look at me when we get home" I say with a pout and he wipes his palm on his overalls.

“I look you plenty baby” he says and I shake my head in disagreement.

High off the smell of oil and sweat coming from him.

Turned on by the obvious thickness under his pants waiting for my hand.

“Not enough” I whine and he ...