”“What do you want me to say?” I asked.“Funny you should ask,” she grinned. “The next sheet is an outline. I can’t write a speech for yo..., but I put the main points we need you to hit. I would like to read your remarks before you make them.”I smirked, “Afraid I’m going to go off on a libertarian rant? Or propose lowering the age of consent? Or talk about nude saunas?”“The thought did cross our minds,” Cindi said with a wry smile.“OK. Fine.”“You’ll give the keynote on Friday morning, and then. Here is another chapter of our story. I hope you enjoy it as much as we did. ~~~My Pan has always had a nice figure but she has grown into a full woman. I found myself trying to see more of her body. Her tits have grown round and firm and her belly has grown big with my child. Seeing how my daughter's stomach has grown bigger and bigger has really turned me on.I was leaving on a business trip and there was no way I was leaving my sexy little daughter home alone. I asked her if she would like to. It was pretty eerie, but I didn't think too much about it. I had dreamslike that sometimes, pulling things I had read somewhere and mixing themwith real life. But, I had some more. She would be dressed differentlyin each one, but always smiled at me and never said anything. Thishappened over the course of a month or so. Then one night, before I wassupposed to go to work, the dream changed. This time we were both onthe bridge that led to the stairway up to the mountain. She said, "Thetime. !" This opposition was contradictory to her desires: she wished to get laid down, actually. %%%%%%% Well, yes, it looked like a rape for I had been forcing within her while her mind struggled for so much hesitation: “Yes, go ahead. No, please stop it!!” She never imagined that after kissing her I’d dare to fondle her body, and would dare to fuck her brains out, to carry on with my plans. One part of her mind fought back, decency is the most important stuff here: she disapproved, guided.