Twelve clicks & a mini-stroke

You start from the top. You open Nadia's text message to read a short, sweet block of text.

Nadia: Hey, dear. Have a wonderful day at work, and don't stay out too late if you can help it. I love you.

You smile and shoot her a short text back. Old Nadia would never have said those words to you.

Lev: I love you, too. Keep that bed warm for me tonight.

_ _Next, Karina.

Karina: Hey, daddy. I want to say thank you for everything you did yesterday. I feel much better now, after a good night's sleep. I thought you deserved a present.

The second text is actually a picture message: your daughter, standing in your shared bathroom, her phone held in the air as she takes a naked selfie. Her free hand is behind her head, and faint shadows draw across her abs and soft muscles. A familiar, teasing smile is on her face. Damn, she knows how to work you.

Lev: Wow, Karina. You're so beautiful. Thank you for the gift. I hope to receive many more in the future ;)

Your daughter... that girl. Despite the dramatic weekend, she still manages to drive you wild over a simple text message. You save the picture to your phone gallery, knowing exactly what you'll use it for later.

The next message is from Maria, a simple hello so that you have her number. You give her a thumbs-up back and save her contact information on your phone. With your new arrangement, you imagine she'll be much more communicative now.

Then, two messages from Ana. From yesterday.

Ana: Lev! I'm sorry I missed you today. Nadia told me about Karina... I'm very sorry. I'll see you at the Rice Room tomorrow night.

Ana: Oh, by the way, I miss you.

Lev: I miss you too, Ana. I'll see you tonight.

Lastly, six messages from dear Mia, from earlier in the morning after you left for work.

Mia: Hey Lev

Mia: thank you for taking care of karina

Mia: she's doing a lot better today, I think

Mia: it means a lot to me that we have someone like you to protect us

Mia: I never really had someone like you before

Mia: I'm gonna sleep on the couch again tonight. Will you visit me when you get home?

You exhale a sigh of relief. She's just texting like a teenager. Nothing is wrong.

Lev: Of course, I'll see you tonight when I get home, dear. You know I'm always here for you and Karina.

By the time you send the message, another notification pops up on your phone. A follow-up message from Karina.

Karina: I took this other picture after my shower... I was going to send it later, but since you couldn't wait ;)

A picture loads on the screen as you finish reading her newest text. Your daughter's smooth and supple pussy, splayed apart by her slender fingers, her warm pink hole wet and tight. You drink the sight in, admiring her youthful lips and tight asshole. The petite bulb of her clitoris peeking from behind its hood. A mole, just beside her labia, that you'd never noticed before.

Lev: I swear, Karina, you'll be the **** of this old man. You're wonderful.

It's all you can do to fight down your burgeoning erection and not wank one out right there in your cubicle as you go back to work.