..we want you to get your folks permission to come to Central Park. Meet us at the old boat house and wear tennis, no socks or underwear, t-shirt and ...hort pants...' Daniel finished '...bring a towel and be prepared to service our friends for the rest of the evening do this and we might let you go the rest of the year. Don't and we want be very happy campers, that means your secret will be out and every dick in town will be after your sweet tight ass till it hangs open like an old cunt...' Just. She kissed me softly and our tongues met and danced gently around each other. She broke the kiss.“That was awesome as well! I really missed it. I’ll want you to make love your way next time,” she said.She put her head on my chest and snuggled close. I loved the feel of her extremely toned body on mine, her rock-hard nipples pressing into me. I cupped her firm butt.“That again?” she giggled.“If you enjoy it, of course!”“I enjoy pleasing you in bed. Just as you enjoy pleasing me. So yes, I want. She cried for a little before smiling. “I’ve got someone here who wants to meet you, Daddy. Give your daughter a kiss.”I felt like I might faint, so I sat back down. Linds stood over me, a tiny bundle in her arms. I was shaking so bad I thought I might drop her, but I had to have her in my arms. I looked into the tiny face, marveling at the sight of my immortality. Miss Agnes would be very proud. I commented on her size, and Jen assured me she would grow very quickly, and in no time I would be. In the magazine there was more pictures of woman playing with herself and playing with men, Lucy started to read a story out loud and started to do the same. She wanted to play with my willy then she pulled her panty down and did what she read, sticking a finger in her pussy, then we heard the car coming back.Lucy was starting to look after me more when mam and dad went out on a Saturday night to the pub, racing up stairs for the magazine, she would read the stories out and she held my finger.