She was hovering on that wonderful line between maturity and innocence. I couldn't help myself. I casually put my hand on her knee, feeling her warm s...in. I squeezed her. “You are just gorgeous.”“Daddy,” she said, her voice strained. “You don't have to keep saying that.”“Sorry,” I said, my thumb stroking her skin, getting her used to my touch. “I'm just realizing that you're a woman. That my little girl has blossomed into a beautiful flower.”A flower I wanted to pluck.She smiled at me, bright. I ignored them and continued to excel. That’s how I won myself a scholarship to swim for the first-ever private college named an African-American politician in the state of Massachusetts. Ignore the haters. That’s what my grandfather Alphonse told me time after time. His advice has always served me well. The Deval Patrick College campus was a very lively place. Politicians, actors and other famous people were always visiting. And that wasn’t half as cool as you might think. I didn’t like it. I still lived at home and liked to kick a ball about in the garden/ the fences in between the properties were very low and often the ball would end up over the fence at the bottom of the garden, I had seen the lady who lived there a few times and had the occasional smile. On this day the ball went over and broke a window in her greenhouse. I had to go to her front door and explain what had happened.I rang the bell and waited a few moments and was greeted with a lovely smile and, what can I do. . but allowed ... felt her pussy getting wet. When she saw Mirriam re-hooking her bra, she took the rib she was eating and wiped it liberally on the insides of her breasts, getting close to, but not on the bright yellow cloth.“Oh Teaaaddy,” she called. “I had another accident.”He looked over, stood, and put his hands on his hips. “You two girls need to learn how to eat! Now I’m going to have to clean you up again!”“I’m sorry,” she said, trying to sound like a little girl.This time, when he.