My parents had divorced when I was four, I was now sixteen. I used to spent every other weekend with daddy, he had never re-married he said the only w...men for him was mum. He would sit me on his lap and read me stories; we would sit and watch TV together it was a perfect time. We were best friends I would do anything for daddy and I knew he would do anything for me. I knew daddy had seen me naked. I had caught him watching me in the bedroom mirror when I had gone to have a shower. It made me. The farmer would often feed him, and she would give him fresh milk, and eggs.Since the start of the school year, he had stopped making these visits, because the edge of the village had now become the edge of his world. Every time he intended to head out, as soon as he stepped past the last house in the village, he realised that he no longer had any destination in mind, and found himself turning around and walking back.It was as if some invisible barrier came down in his mind whenever he tried. “Where can a guy get a drink around here?” Steele asked.“Our restaurant is good if you’re hungry. It serves alcohol. Or our bar if all you want is a drink. You won’t be treated no better anywhere else.”“The bar sounds good. Maybe something to eat later.”Steele gave Bufford a salute. Not the crisp one used in the military, but a casual, friendly one. Both the restaurant and bar had a street entrance as well as an entrance from the lobby. The restaurant was on the left. The bar on the. Chapter 5 – Dave I remember how it started, that nervous naked cuddling in our bed, my sexy little small bodied French wife, touching, warming up, getting excited. I’d been away for three weeks, and we were both worked up, and I was anxious to get that small sexy little gal off. Her orgasms are a beautiful thing to behold. While I was away for work she had bought herself a dildo, her first dildo, a BIG dildo, but hadn’t gotten up the nerve to show it to me yet. It was to be a surprise she later.