I said “I’m the daddy and you’re my sissy”It felt good, after all I was probably making her year. The only problem is a took her five hours to...get me. The dumb bitch went to the beautician, the hairdresser to get perfectly prepared for my cock. But then again I can't blame her, she knew that she was lucky to get another crack at me and her bimbo instincts kicked into overdrive. I almost broke out laughing when I answered the door. There she stood with her long blonde hair, cock suckers lips,. "Rachel's eyes widened at the revelation. "And this whole thing -you're not in control, and getting tossed around - emotionally, atleast - and you can't stop it?"Tommi dabbed at her eyes again. "No. And all I'm doing is ruining mymakeup." She realized what she'd said, and she recoiled. "And eventhat's wrong! I shouldn't care about my makeup! I shouldn't bewearing a skirt. I shouldn't have boobs! But I do, and they'regrowing, and I can't stop any of this." She paused again to wipe. She turned over and I started at the top working down slowly. As I reached her bottom she took hold of her bikini bottoms and tugged them into the cleft of her backside.Her beautiful bottom had cheeks like globes and I could just see wisps of hair peeping from between her legs. For the first time in my life I actually found my pussy getting wet at the thought of this young woman in front of me. I also went topless, but my breasts were not quite as erect as Melissa’s and I felt a little nervous. The family has known him for several years now. A few times we met up to have a drink and for him and dad to “catch up”. To be honest, he kinda turns me on. He’s tall, has a great body, okay he’s starting to get bald but in a good way, he has these piercing blue-greyish eyes and he wears glasses. He usually dresses rather casual with a black shirt, some jeans and a jacket which make him look like a “bad boy”, if I dare say so. I’ve been fantasizing about him ever since I met him. He has a.