I was standing there completely nude-- my breasts and pussy clearly on display for him to see. He was shocked."Sweetheart, uh..."I just stood there an... looked at him. "You act like you've never seen a naked woman before," I said, putting my bath robe back on."Well, it's just that you're..." What?"He smiled. "I don't know...," he said.I smiled back at him. "Come on, Daddy," I said, "let's eat."We sat down to have breakfast."So, if I told you I was thinking about, I don't know, going all the way. I pulled my cock out from between her legs and turned her to me. I licked her lips, slipped my tongue in her mouth and she did the same to me. I asked if she was ready to become a woman. Oh yeah was her reply. I kissed her again, grabbed her hand and told her we should go to the den so we dont wake the other girls. We slowly, quietly got out of the bed and left the bedroom. Lindsey barely came up to my chest in height I realized as we walked to the den. I picked her up, cradled her in my arms. I knew the driver and I also knew he didn’t like me because he was jealous of giving away any time with my Uncle to anyone not wearing a blue uniform and vetted properly in his book.I had to admit my old jalopy was not exactly an advertisement for acceptability in the real world but I had gotten attached to it. It was a gift from my Uncle Jim from New Jersey. He was not my real Uncle but a close friend of my widowed mother who let him take her dancing up at Roseland right in the middle of. Access to any female was preferable to merely drinking the local beer and lying to each other about their many conquests of the town's eligible females or worse still, a cheating wife or a lonely divorcee, naturally all cut from whole cloth. No one will take credit for naming Kanan, who became indentified only as the yoni, a Sanskrit symbol for the primary female sex organ. Nor would anyone own up to combining that with a popular expression that was derived from one of the American.