Joe gasped as he felt his daughter's hand smoothly close around the hard length of his boner, the underwear so thin that it might as well have not been there. He was as hard as he ever remembered being, feeling her fingers close around the thickness of his shaft. He looked into her eyes, which were studying his own face. She was smiling, as though she had won something.
"Di, what are you doing?"
"It's okay, Daddy," She whispered. "I want to help you."
The little hand was squeezing his d**k, rubbing it up and down. The feeling was incredibly intense, he moaned aloud.
"No, don't." He panted.
"Let me help you, Daddy," She soothed. "I know you want to."
He moaned again as she jerked him faster, her t**s rubbing his chest in time with her hand. Her free hand took his hand and shoved it ag
