You ask Emma when she first fantazied about her father

When it's your turn again you want to hear about Emma's side of her father-daughter relationship. You ask her about the first time she remembers lusting for her daddy.

"It was the night of prom," Emma says. "I got home late - after the agreed upon time. Dad was waiting up for me, and gave me a scolding look when I got home. It was the night I lost my virginity. I was late because I was out getting laid for the first time."

"I wondered if my dad could see the difference - that he could see that I was a woman now." Emma continues, but now she's turned to her dad and is telling him her story directly. "My dress was very low cut, and I remember being self-conscious around you Daddy when we took the prom photos earlier. But now, I wanted you to notice my bare skin and my young cleavage and I thought I saw your scolding look soften when you did look at me. I thought maybe I saw your eyes lingering."

"If you couldn't see the difference - my blossoming woman-hood, maybe you could smell it. I didn't know if you could smell the sex on me. I still had cum dripping down my thigh - he hadn't pulled out like I asked him to. He said it was the cleanest way to do it since we were just in his car. Mom made sure I was on the pill already, so it was okay, but now, what if you could smell his semen on on my inner thigh."

"Do you remember daddy that I hugged you after I apologized for being late? I hugged you and held you tightly and I didn't want you to release me. Most of my life I was not aware of you as a man - you know, like I didn't think, my dad has a dick. My dad has desires. But now that I was introduced to erect dicks and their desires for women and girls, I couldn't help but wonder about your cock. How big was it? What did it feel like. Now that I knew what a cock felt like I wondered about yours. So I held you, hoping I could feel your hard cock press against me. I breathed you in - your smell of a hard day of work and remember saying 'You smell really good, daddy.' quietly into your ear."

"I wanted the hug to go on forever, but I knew it couldn't. I broke the hug and then decided to just kiss you. For the first time in maybe 15 years I kissed you on the lips. Sadly, there was no tongue of anything, but still it felt electric just pressing our lips together - even briefly. I didn't feel your cock, but I thought maybe I could see an erection as I walked away."

"I went into my room and touched myself. That night - the night I became a woman - was the first night I imagined myself with you. I fantasized about you coming into my room to punish me. And either you would just take me out of anger or I would give myself to you, begging for forgiveness. I didn't come when I was fucked earlier, but I came thinking of you. I was rubbing a teenager's boy's cum on my clit as I thought about being fucked hard by my dad and I came harder than I had ever, ever cum before. And I had started masturbating at a very young age, you know."