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Alex Griffin had reluctantly agreed to take his 16 year old daughter to the cinema, more in an effort to keep her out of trouble than any attempt to bond with her. He was not looking forward to the kind of chick flick she might decide to watch but hadn't got the energy to fight her. Plus if he chose a movie that he wanted she'd probably just end up on her phone or kicking seats or worse, getting them thrown out. He loved his daughter, but she was a little too independent for his liking, a little too sassy. He was also uncomfortably aware of how attractive his daughter was, slim, cute but with breasts that made guys eyes bulge and tongues drool. It made him angry that she attracted such attention, but he couldn't work out if it was because he wanted to protect her or he just didn't want to share her.
Alex had once watched her getting dressed through the crack in her door, between the hinges, as he'd been coming up the stairs. She'd left the door open (they were old doors and fitted loosely). She'd been in her underwear and had been putting on a skirt and a jumper, but for those few seconds, without being able to see her face, he'd been able to admire her graceful body, the smooth pale skin, the roundness and shapeliness. he'd felt himself becoming aroused and had then been flooded with guilt, quickly walked on and busied himself with getting stuff from his bedroom.
He spotted her on the other side of the mall, talking to some people, he wasn't sure if they were friends or random strangers. he'd have to prize her away. he wondered what kind of mood she'd be in and sighed. He walked over to her trying to garner his full height of 5'9" and look impressive, he carried a few extra pounds, but he muscled arms and legs from playing sport. He still understand how, given he had brown hair and eyes, his wife had given birth to such a Scandi-looking daughter.
Alex had once watched her getting dressed through the crack in her door, between the hinges, as he'd been coming up the stairs. She'd left the door open (they were old doors and fitted loosely). She'd been in her underwear and had been putting on a skirt and a jumper, but for those few seconds, without being able to see her face, he'd been able to admire her graceful body, the smooth pale skin, the roundness and shapeliness. he'd felt himself becoming aroused and had then been flooded with guilt, quickly walked on and busied himself with getting stuff from his bedroom.
He spotted her on the other side of the mall, talking to some people, he wasn't sure if they were friends or random strangers. he'd have to prize her away. he wondered what kind of mood she'd be in and sighed. He walked over to her trying to garner his full height of 5'9" and look impressive, he carried a few extra pounds, but he muscled arms and legs from playing sport. He still understand how, given he had brown hair and eyes, his wife had given birth to such a Scandi-looking daughter.