"You really think so?"

"Even if they aren't as big as Gloria or Alex's?"

"I do think so - your body reminds me of your mom when she was your age." Encouraged by the fact Haley didn't try to move his hands from her breasts, Phil began to squeeze them, massaging the small globes, his fingers trapping her cloth covered nipples.

"That feels so good, daddy," Haley moaned, her hands going up to cover his, not even attempting to remove his hands.

"Does it, sweetie? Your mom had sensitive breasts too." Feeling bold, he slid one hand down to bare stomach, pulling her back harder against him, his pants covered cock pressing against the small of her back.

"Daddy, is that..."

"Yeah," Phil husked, his hand sliding under the tight fabric of her top to cup over her breast. Her nipple was a small, hard pebble between his fingers.

"Are you hard because of me?" she asked incredulously.

"I am," Phil said, pressing his cock harder against her back. "You ever see one before?"

Haley blushed, and Phil felt her heartbeat speed up.

"Daddy, I'm not a virgin," she confessed. "Dylan and I..."

Phil felt a lump in his throat that rivaled the lump in his pants. "Did you at least use protection?"

"Of course, daddy. I may not be as smart as Alex, but I'm not stupid!"

The hand still over her shirt slid down, first touching the skin of her flat stomach, then pushing its way under her shorts. "Did he hurt you, baby?"

"A bit, daddy," she whispered as his finger touched the crease of her pussy, the heat almost pouring from her most sensitive place.

"Maybe I should kiss it and make it better," Phil whispered back, leaning down so his mouth was against her ear, his whisper carried on puffs of air.

"Kiss it? Dylan didn't do that," she purred, pressing back against her daddy, feeling his cock throb.

"I would, though - and will." He rubbed his finger in a circle around her clit.

With shaking hands, Haley reached for the button on her shorts, struggling to undo it with the added stress Phil's hand caused. "Easy does it," Phil said, pulling his hand out and moving hers. His other hand slid down, joining the other to unbutton her shorts and push them off the curves of her hips. The moment the fabric cleared her hips, the shorts fell around her ankles.

Haley moaned and reached up with one hand, circling it around the back of Phil's neck, pulling it down to her own. Phil started kissing his daughter's neck as his hands went back to their places, the one going to her pussy now unencumbered by clothing. Haley's other hand circled around her own body, reaching for Phil's covered cock, caressing it before working on the zipper.

"You feel big, daddy - a lot bigger than Dylan," she said, holding his mouth on her neck. "Does mom ever suck on it?"

"Not anymore," Phil muttered into her neck.

"Do you want me to? Dylan likes it when I do that."