He promises to come back to reality, get his head screwed on straight again, suck it up. He does ok for a while but then the numbness starts to wear h...m down and he lets himself drift. This week is particularly crappy – it’s his birthday. At this time last year he could be with her everyday. If not in person, over Skype. If not over Skype, then in notes and recordings he made to know she was smiling because of him. If not in writing, then he could remember her smell and taste and hear her laugh. When I opened up the door, she stood there dressed as I had instructed, looking extremely nervous, yet very excited. I motioned for her to come in and stand in the middle of the room, which she did."Put your purse down, then put your hands behind your head", I told her.She put her purse down on the dresser, then stood with her hands clasped behind her head, looking very nervous about what I might do next. I slowly walked around her, looking over every inch of her body, making sure that she knew. His hand felt a tube and he pulled it out, smiling. Then he looked down to see what he was really holding. Surprised, he dropped it, and then peered down at the floor to see his daughter’s vibrator lying there. He felt him himself turn red in embarrassment. At the same time, it made him think of his daughter using it and he began to get hard. Chris gave himself a little shake and splashed a little water on his face. What the fuck is wrong with me? he thought. Taylor was his little girl. I. She liked masturbating, but she knew she could only warm up. She had never cum alone, she could only orgasm with someone else. And even then, she had to be aroused in just the right way, with her own devilish fantasies playing in her head. She was so focused on herself, the feeling of her fingers gently pressing her slit through the cloth, the way her nipples got erect even underneath the fabric. Combined with the loud music, she didn’t even hear the front door open, the footsteps on the.