I hear the other car back out of the driveway, but I don’t turn to look.
I can’t take my eyes off Daddy as he watches me.
“Your face is as red as a cherry,” he says. “Are you running around without any panties on?”
“No! I have panties on.”
“Show me.”
“H-how? Just…”
His lips curve up. “Just lift your skirt, sweetheart. Show Daddy what you’ve got on under there.”
I turn toward him. I hadn’t even thought to put my seatbelt on yet, so nothing is restricting my movements.
Pressing my back against the car door, I move my feet up onto the seat.
Daddy turns toward me as well. I watch the rise and fall of his chest. His gaze lowers and sharpens as I grip my skirt.
I slide the hem up my thighs, spreading my legs as I do. My panties are already wet with just the anticipation of him seeing
