Personal Narrative: Dadd Daddy

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It is school time and the sexy little school girl is excited that Daddy is going to teach a lesson.
She is all dressed in my high school girl outfit. She is wearing - black 6” heels with white bobby socks with black bows on the back. She has on a red/black/white flare plaid mini skirt with red ruffle boy cut panties underneath. Her outfit is finished off with a white blouse tied at the waist with a black cross tie. Her curly hair is pulled up in a ponytail. She has her make-up applied flawlessly with boned rimmed reading glasses.
With her multi-colored note book in hand she positioned herself seated on the floor in front of Daddy who is seated in his favorite chair. He smiles at her as he admires her outfit and eagerness to start her lesson.
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He begins to read a chapter from the book and his attentive little girl takes detailed notes. The girl takes in every word and tries to absorb as much information as she can. As Daddy looks up he notices a confused look on her face so he pauses so that they could discuss what was just read. He is a great teacher and is very in tuned with his girl. The lesson always continues for exactly one hour then there is question and answer time. This way Daddy makes sure that his girl understands what was taught and is fully prepared to complete her homework.
As the session comes to an end, the school girl presents her homework which was completed from last class. And she hears the words that she lives for my Daddy to say, “Good

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