In understandable high dudgeon Madame Courvelle stormed back into the cafe to summon the local police officer on the telephone. Chief Constable Morel,...the senior officer of the district arrived within half an hour accompanied by one of his subalterns to inspect the scene of the incident and to interview the furious Madame Courvelle. He took a statement from Madame Courvelle, which shed little light on the matter other than Madame’s outraged indignation and an imperious demand that the culprit. I don't remember any of the titles, but some of those cover pictures are, well stuck in my mind. Eventually I wandered to the indicated doorway, I stopped listening to the music that seemed to seep thru the beaded doorway. "Go ahead, someone behind me said, and as I glanced back I stepped thru that doorway. There was another doorway to my left, the other walls were covered with more magazines but these were different, these had males on the covers. Males dressed, half dressed, nude. . "Well, at least check this out," you brought up another folder and passed me over the mouse so I could browse the images on my own. I clicked through each slowly, partially watching you out of the corner of my eye. You looked like you were starting to relax, sinking into your chair and, after a minute or two, flinging your arm across the back of mine. I had only gotten a couple lines into the massive file when I felt a soft touch on my shoulder. It couldn't have been more than a brush from a. She obviously felt ready for this step. But her questions didn’t end there.“Dad?”“Yes sweetie.”“What’s ‘a head job’?”So I explained oral sex to her for both men and women, and rather than think it disgusting, which I though someone her age would She just nodded her understanding.“Why don’t you do it to me, dad?”“I wasn’t sure you’d think it was ok“So would you like me to do it today?”“Yeahhh,” she chided me.“Dad?”“Yes sweetie.”“Is fucking nice,” and again Stacy asked me in all innocence, as if.