Carrie began to undress. Of all the beautiful sights in the world, watching a woman undress is the most magnificent. Each time for me is like the very...first. She pulled her T-shirt over her head, tossing it to the floor. She wore no bra – she needed none. Her breasts were high, yet lush, and she carried them with comfort. Each nipple was erect as if the air was cool. She sat on a chair and pulled off her jeans. She wore simple white cotton panties, which, while standing, she removed, one leg. Omar's your biological father, but that's fine! He's a wonderful man. I regard Omar almost as if he was also married to your mother! There's definitely a bond between the two of them, but I feel it between he and I, as well!"I looked over at my mother now, and she was setting there smiling at me."Your father is right, Omar's your biological father, but, he" (and she meant my non-biological father) "loves you so much; and," she went on to say, "he's always been here for you since you were born.. I guess I’m a bad daddy.”“No daddy you are not bad, just sometimes you are dumb and talk too much.”“Yes Angel, sometimes I am dumb, now what’s for breakfast, you?”“No silly daddy I’m not food this is,” as she spooned some eggs in my mouth.I gulped the eggs down and said, “You are right my Angel, this is better that you, but not as sweet.”Angel giggled as I spooned some eggs her way.Once we finished many of us started down the hill to the meadow with travois, you could hear people moving around. “I’ll be fine.” “Don’t roll your eyes at me, young lady”, I told her sternly, and after that, she backed down and apologized. She was a good kid, we hardly ever fought, so any minor argument was quickly resolved. But just then I felt Ashley’s foot from across the table, playing with mine. She gave me a quick subtle smile as we shared our secret under the table. Flustered, I got up from the table. “I have to go to the bathroom.” I left the kitchen and walked down the hall to clear my thoughts. I.