Thompson cried like a woman, unmanned by what was required of him. This will never do, thought Alice. How will he take his daughter's virginity while ...e's crying his heart out?"I can do this much for you," said Alice. "I can easily change your appearance. You will not resemble your real self at all, not in appearance, nor in voice. There is no need for your daughter ever to know that her first lover was also her father. Now does that help?" She pulled a handkerchief from her handbag, and wiped. She stifled a gasp, gripped his back and ground herself against him.He kissed into her little cleavage, licked and sucked her flesh between his lips. He manipulated a tit so the nipple poked out her top. He tasted it with his tongue and nipped it with his teeth.Angela shivered and gasped again. Her breathing was coming in rasps."Wait, no!" she panted, as he pulled down her cup.He drew away and looked down at her. She was flushed and urgent, one breast exposed, the nipple puckered and moist from. You feel compelled to break free of the restrictions of your definition. If I were to strike one of your nerves and tell you to look for your Self, your entire view of reality would change and so too would your identity. I wouldn’t have to be the one to define you, you would do it yourself after I initiated it.” Victoria gained a coy grin. “Ok, try me.”“Very well, but don’t get angry with what I ask.”Reaching out, Jack grasped her hand and smelled it, puzzling Victoria. “Tell me, how often do. His eyes were dark and alert, constantly probing, she felt, as time and again she caught them raking over her... almost undressing her, and he made no effort toward hiding the fact. He, too, sat naked to the waist, a pair of cut-off jeans covering his heavy loins, the wealth of matted black hair encompassing his chest not exactly repulsive to her."We didn't get much of a chance to talk, Lynn," Virgin was saying in her soft, sultry voice from the chair to her right. "It seems that your daddy-man.