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It had been a long 12 hour day...he was pretty sure the amount of time he had worked was illegal but, maybe all the extra time could convince the higher ups to finally bump him out of sales and into accounting or some other cushy job on the floor above him. "Someday..." he thought to himself, referring to someday being in charge of everything...so he could stop working so much like a damned slave. Martin tugged at his tie, letting it hang loosely from his neck as he ran his fingers through his hair, japan yawning off the days work, headed to the coffee machine to get himself a mug of the good stuff before Adrianne got home from school. His eyes caught the picture stuck to the fridge...him and his little girl had been at it on their own for the last 5 years after his wife passed away. Martin had tried his best to distract himself from the folly of trying to find another...he convinced himself that little Addie was all he needed. She had grown a lot since then, blooming in so many ways; he was proud of her, proud of how strong she was becoming. He dropped himself into that same indentation on his couch, grabbing the remote and sipping his coffee before turning on the TV...cartoons had been left on since this morning. Adrianne should be getting home soon...he decided to just leave them on in the background while scrolling through his phone. After about 20 minutes, the door opened, and in stepped his daughter. She had the most beautiful jet black hair that came down to her collarbone, and bright blue eyes. The young girl stepped in, wearing that uniform she loathed so much, that stuffy button up shirt, jacket and skirt with those ugly grey leggings. Martin couldn't help but smile as she walked in, tossing her back atop the lounge chair his coat rested tits on, his young daughter skipping over and hopping right into her dad's lap. "Hi Daddy!" she smiled, throwing her arms around his neck and giving him a anal big kiss on the cheek. Martin laughed, dropping his phone and cupping her back while moving his coffee aside for her, "Watch it sweetie, I've got lava in a cup here." Addie giggled, sitting in his lap and bouncing a bit, Martin had most definitely noticed her process of growing...he had bought her some bras just last week, she was developing steadily. As lonely as he was, he forced these thoughts from his head, his little girl was nothing to lust over...Adrianne looked at the TV, cocking her head, "You are watching cartoons?!" Martin stammered, trying to go for the remote, but unable to really move much with Addie on his lap, "Well I...was just channel surfing and I dropped the remote, and then I looked up some funny stuff on my phone and..." he kept going, making his daughter giggle. She rolled her eyes and crawled up off his lap, "Suuuure...I bet you secretly watch anime when I'm not around!" Fixing her skirt, Adrianne stepped over to her bag, scooping it up and turning back at him, "Is today laundry day?" "Whuh? Oh...yea. I'll take care of it sweetheart, you just do your homework." Martin set his coffee cup down, some laundry work would take his mind of this lousy day. Adrianne nodded and sat down at the dinner table not far from the TV, opening up a book and starting to read it while her father stepped away. He hit her room first, picking up her dirty clothes hamper and looking around the room for discarded clothes. A shirt here, a sock there, he began picking up her dirty clothes and putting them in the hamper, stopping himself when he turned and found a pair of panties on the bed...his mind began to race, they were baby blue with a bow in the middle of the waistband, small just like her. What was he thinking? He'd seen her naked plenty of times, from bathing her to the odd swimsuit accident. This was nothing new...why did he hesitate? Martin grunted and picked up the panties, tossing them into the bin and walking to the hall where the washer and drier were kept. His hands slid the doors open, blocking the hall on both sides, the light in the laundry room was the only one on him now, he stared down into the hamper, at those baby blue panties...his little girl wasn't little anymore, surely he noticed...surely he noticed how much she had grown? This could be our last time to fish before I head back to college in a couple weeks”. “What did you guys do to her?” He said. It almost missed the formation of balls completely. When the interview is japan over White Queen is dragged off the stage with her top still around her waist. I want to see you'. I reached up and wrapped my right hand around it. 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