Touching. Squeezing. Pulling my body closer. I mean, it was nice -- it was a nice and cozy snuggle, but it definitely felt like a step beyond what you...dish out to your daughter. It felt more ... intimate ... than that. Like the kind of snuggle you give your wife. Or girlfriend. Wow. Yeah, that was a strange thought. And what if he woke up? That would be embarrassing ... waking up to the realization that he was lying naked in bed with his half-naked daughter, snuggling her body and fondling her. As I stepped out of the car, she physically turned me toward the car and pushed me up against the wet car. “Don’t move” the officer ordered.“I’m afraid that my wife’s erratic driving was my fault” my husband Ben spoke up. “Your fault?” the officer asked. She leaned in and kept the flashlight on my husband.“I’m afraid that I was distracting her” my husband added, “as she drove…. I’m afraid that I was a little anxious to get home,” He added, “if you know what I mean.”I could not see my husband,. Thebum she had left this morning in a tee shirt and man's shorts hadtransformed herself into a beautiful and stylish woman. I posed andmodeled the dress for them, moving this way and that and spinning around,showing off the skirt and the back. Again, subconsciously fixing my hairwith a head shake before realizing I was doing it."It's beautiful, where did you get such a sense of style?" She hugged meand gave me a little love peck on the lips."Well I still need help with accessories," I walked. .. or two young bucks as it seemed to be at this moment? Only we were not going to snort and try to lock horns to the death, the victor off to impregnate the heard. Well, actually, we were snorting, and there were horns. It almost seemed as though my foot should be stomping on the floor and pawing at the wood boards. Instead, without saying a word, I reached for his arm and pulled him straight up and into my arms with a power up that very moment was unknown to me. Neither of us said a.