It all started when I was little. 5 to be exact:
"Daddy I'm thirsty." I complained
"Holed on sweetheart I'll be there with your glass of water soon." he replied but when he got to me and placed me cup down I looked up to say thank and when I say his lips I lost it.
"Aamm" he squeak as I launched my self at him. Slowly I started to kiss him. As he tried to pull away I deepened the kiss and my grip.
After that it escalated. Like when I turned 10:
"Dad! Thirsty!" I screamed from the master room. (Mine.) During my party.
"In a sec honey, in playing a game with your friends dads." he called back nervously.
"Hold on a moment." I tolled my friends as I slammed my bedroom door.
"Now, dad!" I screamed as I stomped down the stairs. At this his "friends"smirked.
"You know Peggy, he doesn't have to listen to you."
"Yeah, I think you have it backwards Peggy."
"Fine, you won't feed my I'll just have to Mack do with this lot." I said turning to them.
"No, no, no, Sweetheart I'll feed you."
"Good. Met me in your room. 3 minutes. " I said leaving
Then when I turned 12 my dad died. So I went from school to school feeding. And trying to get my thrust under control.
