I think she was mostly bored with the game but I told her that as long as the bet involved sex I was in.We actually never saw the end of the game, som... friends came over and we turned it off so I basically forgot about the whole thing and life went on.It was two weeks later, on a Saturday morning that the football bet came up again to my rather startled surprise.As usual, I woke up to the smell of coffee wafting into Hannah's bedroom, swept my fingers through my hair and went out into the. I smiled and waved to the audience as I had been coached. My own costume was mostly make-up that made it easy for the cameras to pick me up. My tattoos on my shoulders and the backs of my hands—that was all I wore. My hair had been styled in a "page boy," whatever that is. For the record, my hair was brown. Unless you were close enough and looked at my crotch you might not notice that I was a boy. Primary sexual characteristics are not all that noticeable in the young and my unisex haircut did. "Here let me get this off you" undoing my damp shirt before suddenly realised what she was doing as she stopped. “sorry” she whispered. Shying away looking like the little chastised c***d with puppy dog eyes. "Don't stop?” I said, dropping the towel and running my fingers through her wet hair, "It's ok," I said smiling, lifting her chin up slightly, kissing those soft succulent lips, not once, but twice, the second a little longer and becoming more passionate. "if you're trying to seduce me". " I tried to tell him that he should not worry so much about me, but, of course, he didn't listen. I explained over and over that I was not worried; I was certain that the right man would eventually show up. We both just had to be patient. I was sure that my argument was a bit too optimistic; after all, how many suitable men showed up at our ranch? Nevertheless, I really was not worried.I dearly loved Daddy, but I tried to steel myself against his eventual death. He might live for a very long.