Almost immediately, it was at the under-swelling of his daughter's tit. His mind was in internal conflict. Not only wasn't Michelle stopping him, but ...he actually still had the back of his hand under hers as he felt the underside of her hot breast-flesh at his fingertips. Then, as if for confirmation, his daughter squeezed his hand onto her and smiled nervously. In a flash she bent and kissed him gently and quickly on his lips, pulling her mouth away before her mother might notice. He could. ”“I’m honoured,” I exclaimed as I bowed from the waist. “So, that explains the dark tan but the very white honkers!”She laughed again, then gave me one last bit of advice. “When the Captain asks you if you want to be an X-man tonight, say yes!”“Sounds like fun,” I said as she pulled up her top and we arrived at the Turtle Bay dock where the cruise ship was moored.On board, just as predicted, I began to see people, young and old, coming and going, wearing whatever they felt like wearing — or not. I was f******n and at an awkward age, having just started taking my periods, and having noticed then heard remarks, of my 'Camel Toe', regardless of what I wore, my vaginal outline was most prominent, especially on the week before I approached my menstruation cycle, and my labia swelled, advertising my readiness, at such a young age.'You must go and see Doctor', mother remarked, her ignorance in such matters was as enlightened as her trust in the old man she referred to as Doctor, a man who had. I was feeling her soft hands against my head and having dirty thoughts about her. I did not pay attention to her words and was in my own world.I was always jealous of my friend that he had her as his mom. I wished she was some young woman, so at least I had a chance to hit on her.So, let’s hop into the story where it all began.As usual, I got into their washroom and picked up one of her used panties and smelled it. It had a fragrance that I never smelled before and was craving to have her. And.