Put the Diary Back

You realize just then that someone is in the doorway to the room. Looking up you realize that its Miley, her mouth slightly open, face completely red, and eyes looking like they are about to tear.

"Dad... what did you just read?"

"Sweetheart. I'm so sorry..."?

Without another word Miley sprinted out the side door. You know instinctively where she is headed, her favorite private place is in the stable.

You search ther drawer further lifting panties of many different types out of the way to look under them. You hide things in your own underwear drawer and you want to check if that instinct is genetic. Lifting one pair of panties to the far left of the drawer you find another of her little secrets. A six inch pink dildo lying there. For a moment an image flashes through your mind of Miley using it on herself, legs spread wide as she works it into her. Then you notice out of the corner of your eye you see someone in the doorway. Looking up you realize that its Miley, her mouth slightly open, face completely red, and eyes looking like they are about to tear. She tries to speak several times, but apears to be unable to.

"Sweetheart. I'm so sorry..."?

Without a word Miley sprinted out the side door. You know instinctively where she is headed, her favorite private place is in the stable.