This gave me complete access to her hot little crotch. I couldn’t believe how incredibly wet she was. I put my hand flat against her pussy. She grab...ed my wrist and started grinding her hot pussy against my hand. She pressed her face into my chest and began panting. I slid my middle finger farther back until I found her little asshole again. I slowly probed just a little and she whined, trying to be quite. I could tell this was really turning her on. As she ground her pussy on my palm I said. ’ ‘I’ll manage. I suppose once you hit forty like me, some things are not as strong as one have hoped. Now…to skip the details…did you commit adultery in your dream?’ ‘Commit adultery? Oh my, Father, I’m not married. I’m not even deflowered.’ ‘Oh dear!’ He coughed, feeling a single bead of sweat dripping on his square cheek. He knew the growth made him want to yell in pain, but he couldn’t let others know about his condition. ‘I see your problem. You…are a virgin…and you…want to have. I mean I can't, what if someone recognizes me or ... ." "Relax sweetheart, I wouldn't suggest going out unless I was sure you were ready, and believe me, you'll never be more ready. You have to face the big wide world sometime, and besides, I promised Joan we'd meet her for lunch. Now, finish your breakfast and I'll run a nice perfumed bath for you and you can soak away your doubts." Maria stared at Tricia as she walked out of the room, he'd always known this day would come, and had been. They had shopped online for a dress, tight, slinky, black and red, mid-thigh length. He directed her to a corseteer who made a new, form-fitting, underbust, tie-up corset for her. She purchased a new, lacy, push up bra that he had to approve, as well as new thigh high leather boots. He had asked that she be freshly waxed – not one, stray hair on her pussy – and that her asshole be bleached so it was pretty and primed for his use. She was directed to pack only her new dress and corset, thigh.