“Can I trust you in all things?” she asked next… as if continuing with her lethargy of nudists… “Will you see me as the person I am and not ...he object I represent?”Her father continued to go along with this exercise in spite of the “growing” distraction to her words. “Yes princess,” he responded, “You can trust me and I won’t think of you as an object.” His voice gave away his lack of belief in them.“Daddy!” Mindy exclaimed suddenly, “You’re not really focused on what this is all about.” She. "I felt compelled to respond to Wesley's command. I moved my head forward and kissed the large black head. I wrapped his cock with the fingers of both my hands to get a better grip on him. He took a deep breath as he looked down at my face."Yes, go ahead and lick the head and move your tongue all around it. Hold my balls with your hands if you want. Go ahead! Don't be afraid!"With some hesitation I moved my head forward and licked his cockhead. My tongue tasting a pearl sized drop of his. I sat down and waited for Aunt Mandy; she entered a few seconds later carrying two glasses of wine. She had cleaned up and changed too; she wore a white sundress with blue flowers. I had only seen her in a dress twice before; she looked young, vibrant and very lovely. ​“You look nice, is that new?” I queried. ​“Heavens, no,” she chuckled. “I’ve had this awhile; it was just so warm today.” ​“Yes, it was,” I agreed. We ate quietly, I was hungry and starting to feel the effects of the day’s work,. ‘Hey baby, does your mother know you’re wearing that skirt?’ ‘Oh daddy, she’d die if she knew. She calls it the devil’s handkerchief.’ ‘Maybe it is baby, maybe it is, it’s making me sin just looking at it…. Hey baby, does your mother know you can dance like that?’ ‘Oh daddy, she’d die if she knew I shook my coochie coo the way I do, for only you.’ They are dancing in the headlights of the mustang with the radio playing loudly. Stu and Peggy have wandered off somewhere privately. ‘Hey baby,.