Young Caroline stood still while her daddy checked her panties for an accident. At three years of age, it was time for her to start using the potty properly. Mr. Edward was a warm and endearing man. His personal qualities as a divorced husband included patience, temperance, and a sense of timeliness. He had not rushed Caroline into toilet training nor had he rushed her into preschool. It was only when Caroline began showing a degree of shame, embarrasement, and physical discomfort when she messed her diaper that he decided it was time to educate her on how "big girls" used the potty. Today was one of her better days. Mr. Edward lifter her sweet little dress and pulled her white flowered cotton panties to the side exposing her tiny bald pussy and hiney crevice. To his relief, there was no hint of "wee wee" or "poo poo" evident inside her cute little underpants. They were nice and dry. Mr. Edward knew that Caroline would have most likely voiced her displeasure if something had happened in her panties, but he wanted to double check to make sure. He enjoyed looking at his little girl's cunny - so tiny, soft, and fleshy with hints of baby fat.
"How's my sweet baby Caroline?" he whispered in here ear.
"Feels good daddy...." replied the toddler girl as she felt her father's fingers inch their way inside her undies.
The endearing father probed his fingers between her cunny lips and messaged them gently. Her soft white trickle began to throb with pleasure as her father played inside her panties. Gently her daddy began kissing her ear and licking her soft pink cheek with his tongue. He loved his daughter dearly and wanted this to be an enjoyable experience for her - just like all the others. Mr. Edward had been molesting Caroline since she was a baby. His wife Janice hadn't noticed anything peculiar about his advances to his daughter or his over-extended "play time" periods with her during the course of the day and evening. She dismissed such sessions as those of a devoted father and husband who wanted only the best for his sweet daughter. This was indeed true. Mr. Edward did love his tiny daughter very much - so much so that his love for her blinded him to the wrong he was doing to her psychologically over the long term.
This story is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are products of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.
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