Centuries ago there was a tradition that a girl's father must always be her first mate. The reasoning was that he had loved her all of her life and th...t he would be experienced enough to guide her through her first time before giving her to the rest of the village. I glanced hopefully at my father. My father has sired many children throughout the village and every woman I've ever heard discuss it has spoken almost with reverence of his sexual prowess. How many times had I watched him breed with. ..the precum was like a fountain cascading down his cock...I took my panties from his mouth and wiped myself. He wimpered a little"Please love..." What daddy?" Please let me come...I'm in agony"I swirled the knickers around his cock and marvelled at how his balls were reacting..."We-el I don't know Dad...see the car...and, well you know" Please. You can have the car. Really." Any time I like?"I d****d the panties around the head of his cock."Yes just...please finish me off" What are you saying. Everybody was shrieking and screaming, running. It would have been easy for her to get trampled, so I picked her up. Besides, now I knew that I owed her one. We shoved our way through the panicking crowd, my left arm tight around her shoulders, and I got her out to my Packard Six at the corner. After I got her settled inside, I patted the little angel on the hood for luck as I ran around to my side. It was all still good. Marco and Jimmy could catch me later. Nobody knew. Except maybe the. Everything felt so right,like they followed my curves to perfection, firmly hugging them in areassuring way, all except for one place, my crotch. They had no room formy bulge, every other part of me fitted perfectly but my bulge wassqueezed super tight.Delighted to finally find a pair of jeans that adapted to my shape, Idecided to solve the bulge problem by making it disappear the way I hadread trans girls did. I lowered the jeans and panties, pushed my testiclesinto me, tucked my penis back,.