He knew what that meant, and knowing that I was his son, not hisdaughter, he assumed more than what there was. I did not help things atall either. I w...sn't trying to flaunt anything, only wanting to be likethe other girls. One Saturday I had planned on washing the car like dadtold me, and wore my shortest shorts with a belly revealing crop top. Hetook one look and blew up. Up to that point he had only grudginglyaccepted my total transformation, only commenting once in a while abouthow "girlie,". “How may I help you? Ted has gone for the afternoon so I know there are no appointments scheduled.”“Can you turn around and bend over again and give me another look at that fine arse you have. I am an ass man and yours is made for grabbing and other things.” He grinned wickedly. "So, what color garter belt are you wearing? Figure that's how you're holding up those thigh highs but I'm not sure since I only got a fleeting glimpse when you were bent over putting stuff in that cabinet.”Annoyed,. Her breath was getting more hot, this time I kissed under her arms and moved my fingers all over her bare stomach. Just to tease her more was kissing on side of her breasts and moving my hands beneath her breasts. I turned her around and started to kiss her back and she was squeezing my dick between her ass. Just then unhooked her bra and removed them, nibbling her nipples and squeezing them.She turned out in desperation in lust and pulled my head directly to her breasts. Grabbed her one breast. I am, of course your gorgeous, dark haired, hunk – Not !! I guess I’m not bad looking, aged 38, 5ft 11ins tall, fairly well proportioned, although a small paunch is beginning to develop. I’m often told I have a distinguished look and a number of times I’ve met people who think they know me or I’m familiar to them. During the first five years, we spent a lot of time getting to know each other. Finding out what we thought about love, trust, mixing with friends and acquaintances and of course the.