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Daddy? I whispered.. pt2

Date: 2/29/2016, Categories: Dark Fantasy, Hardcore, Incest, Male/Teen Female, Author: Cynthiia23, Rating: 54.5, Source: sexstories.com

it'd happen... JUNE 23rd 1994 – PARIS Our flight left Pittsburgh airport at seven in the morning, arriving at Charles De Gaulle Airport in Paris at seven pm French time. After finally collecting our bags and clearing customs, something the French are masters at making difficult, we finally got out of the airport around nine-thirty, and as Daddy drove our rented car towards our small but upscale four star hotel on the Left Bank I started to talk, knowing I had to explain exactly what I had done before we got there. "About the hotel Daddy, our room," I started tentatively. "Un huh," he muttered, clearly engrossed in the passing city. "The reservation Daddy, it's.... I mean to say it's..." I stammered. "What Steff?" he asked, taking his eye of the road for a sec to look at me, a big smile on his face. "Well.... I sorta did something strange ... it was really a mistake at first, I mean I didn't plan it... it just happened when I booked, and then I..... well, I just kinda let it go, I... you might not, I don't know, like it or..." "C'mon honey spit it out," he ordered as his hand left the steering wheel for a second and caressed my thigh. "Well," I started again, my face now scrunched up in a near grimace, "The hotel might be expecting a married couple Daddy, a couple on their honeymoon." "Huh, how come?" he asked, a confused look crossing his face, his fingers momentarily tightening on my bare upper leg. Rushing now, eager to spill the whole story in one fell swoop, I ... explained, "When I filled in the online registration form Daddy, I must have filled in the wrong box and before I knew what happened... well I had reserved just one room and it was confirmed as Doctor and Mrs. James and I don't know, I didn't change it... you know it was sorta funny, and then I thought we really didn't need two rooms for just two people, I mean we'd save money this way and..." "And why would they think we were on our honeymoon Stephanie?" "Well that's sorta complicated Daddy," I mumbled. "This is just a problem with our hotel in Paris, right Stephanie?" Daddy asked, a touch of both anger and amusement in his voice. "Well not exactly Daddy." Seeing a scowl spreading across his face, I sped on, "It just seemed like a good idea Daddy, so when I booked the other hotels, I thought, why not, we'll save money and some of them offered special extras for newlyweds and..." "So we're man and wife in Paris, Barcelona, the Riviera, Rome, Athens, the Greek Islands, Istanbul honey?" he asked, the fingers of his free hand now back on the steering wheel and tapping it impatiently, or was it excitedly? "Yes Daddy," I whispered, then added more confidently, "but remember you did give me full responsibility for booking the..." He was quiet for minutes but I resisted the urge to break in, to explain, to apologize, knowing now it was up to him, that I had to wait, to let him decide, react. "We haven't talked about.... I mean, you know, about what's happened between us,..." he finally ...