My hands shake sometimes when I’m getting ready. It’s adrenaline and I know it.

I pushed my fingers between my thighs and ran my fingertip over my clit. I was slick and wet already and I hadn’t even gotten dressed yet.

I pulled on my white tights slowly, watching my tan runner’s legs become white and opaque. I slipped my feet into little black patent leathers with straps. I stood and rummaged for the exact right dress to celebrate Daddy being home from work.

A gingham number with an apron seemed to be just what I was in the mood for, because a rush of wetness came out of me.

I sighed, wondering if I had time to get myself off before he got home. He didn’t know he was coming home to his Dolly, so he wouldn’t know I’d cheated just a little.

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