I could see my daughters feet hanging over the end of her bed. She was alone, thank fucking god! But what the fuck was she saying? My daughter was hav...ng a sexual fantasy about her own father?Bailey continued. “Oh yes daddy, don’t stop, keep fucking me like you do mommy. Oh my god, I’m such a bad little girl, punish me with your cock, fuck my little cunt, I won’t tell mommy I promise! Keep fucking me daddy, I’m going to cum so hard!”Through the door-crack I could see that my daughter was. "Of course, what is it?"She handed me her mother's yearbook. "We read all the saying that people wrote in Mom's book. A lot of them saying, 'Best of luck with Jeff, ' or 'We wish you and Jeff the best life ever together, ' I can go on but I think you get the idea. Why didn't you sign Mom's yearbook? She told us she signed yours."I took a deep breath before answering. "Your mom and I had an argument which I totally regret. Your grandmother forbid your mother to see me or me her. I figured if I. I stared grumpily into the mirror as I tried to smooth my hair back into place, while conservative I did have to admit the dress had started to cling to my curves in a flattering way the last few years. Hurrying to the kitchen I spotted my mother already filling a travel mug with coffee so I quickly grabbed an apple from the fruit bowl and started to snack knowing she wasn’t going to wait around for a sit-down breakfast. As she turned around and spotted me she quickly pointed to some white. Please welcome the seductress extraordinaire, Lola!” For Sal, this was Lola’s first surprise of the evening. She had made no hint that she was thinking about quitting. This surprise did not please him. A small ray of light circled a pair of acrylic spiked heels. The first haunting chords of Gato Barbieri ‘s saxophone began. Lola felt a rush fill her gut! She always felt a transformation when she stood on stage before a crowd. All eyes in the room were riveted to the light at her feet. The.