I had woke up early one Saturday morning, going into the kitchen and making some coffee. Sitting at the table, thinking of making breakfast, but thought I would wait for Rebecca, my 20-year-old daughter to wake up. My wife had left several years ago, leaving me to bring up Becca alone. Becca was a beautiful girl, soft hair, great little body, and such firm perky little titties, she was going to make some guy extremely happy one day.
I hear the sound of her coming into the kitchen and turned to look towards her. She was running her fingers through her hair, and yawning. I could see her thighs as her rode parted while she walked in, and the little tease of cleavage she was showing with her arms raised.
She walked over to the table and jumped up on it, sitting right next to me. Her robe slipped open some, and showed more of her thigh, and just a glimpse of her sweet pussy lips.
“Good Morning baby” I said to her.
“Morning daddy, did you sleep good last night?” Becca asked me.
“Not to bad, just didn’t seem to be asleep long.” I told her.