Mujhe bhi aacha lagta jab vo mera bare me puchata kiTumahara size kya hai, tumane kya kya pehana hai par uske aage hamari kabhi bat nahi hui. Par us r...t ko usne pucha ki tum kabhi shave karti ho, pehale to maine natak kiya ki kya puch rahe ho ladikiya bhi kabhi shaveKarti hai par bad me uske bar bar puchane par maine keh diya ki nahi maine aaj tak kabhi shave nahi ki hai, usne kaha ki shave nahi karne se infection ho jata hai shave to har 1-2 mahane me karni chehaye.Me to ekdum dar gayi ki kahi. I was groped kissed and licked a few more times till the party began to dwindle down to a small group I must have had at least five orgasms. I was tired. Just when I assumed it was okay to leave the bed, I was told by my awesome mistress Cheri, that I had one more thing to do before I was dismissed. She told me to lay on my stomach and I felt Cheri lay on my back. It felt great but soon she began pouring some sort of lube on my asshole. Charlie was above me and I knew what I had to do. I raised. Suzan's face at first lost all its color as her eyes widened and she took on a stricken look, but then suddenly she got very red in the face and stormed off headed back to her room.As Dusty looked on, watching her reaction, suddenly his nakedness was completely forgotten."Suzan! Suzan! Wait! What's the matter?! Why are you so mad! Suzan! Nothing happened! NOTHING HAPPENED!! SUZAN!!" yelled Dusty as he stepped into the hallway calling after Suzan's retreating form.Suzan didn't even act as if she. "Say it," he would prod me."What?" I asked innocently."Go on, say!"I would pause for effect, then reluctantly say, "Dad-dy!"His face would light up. His bulge would throb.I grew wet with excitement. What was happening with me?Next he started taking me onto his lap. Cradling me and hugging me. Kissing me and holding me. He wrapped his long arms around me and told me how much he loved me. Sometimes he told me that "Daddy loved his good little girl".I felt safe. Loved. Protected. Wanted. I didn't.