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in frustration. She hated not drinking her milk with him! She loved her daily feeding times lying on his lap, cuddled up in his big, strong arms, with his hand stroking her forehead and her hair, nuzzling his chest. She knew there was always another time, but Daddy knew how much she hated it, and while she knew that he had to rush the song… She grumbled and gnawed the nipple, sipping occasionally. She played with the toy cars and dinosaurs and dolls that her daddy bought for her absentmindedly, cross-legged on the carpet floor. She sighed and continued drinking half heartedly. A dirty thought crossed her mind, she thought of daddy fingering her little kitty and she began to rub her diaper against the carpet. Holly got bored and stopped, flopping herself against the floor, now even more agitated