"Mark just lay there for a few moments before saying anything.He then asked, "I do want to know one thing. Are you and your father still fucking?"I to...k a deep breath. The answer to that question wasn't simple. I wasn't ready to even try to answer it yet."Let me tell you the rest," I said. "Then you'll understand everything ... and I'll answer any questions you have."I continued with telling him about me and Daddy sleeping together that Friday night. We were lovers, but only sexually. I knew he. Yes, I really needed to thank those two.Seeing her glide around the kitchen naked was nice and it sort of stirred my loins, but not enough to get a rise out of my pecker.Hea told me she liked what Green and Tomkins told her about not wearing clothes in the house so she was going to keep doing that. I on the other hand planned to wear my briefs along with my OD pants around the house.After breakfast I helped Hea clean up the dishes, then we picked up our coffee and retired to the living. The next morning she shrieked out to find herself in a guy’s dress at a room and when i explained everything to her. She was too out of words in my ‘gentleman-ism’ and hugged me. More tightly than the last time. Pecked my lips and said, “Darling. That’s the sweetest thing that has happened to me. Love you” and she again pecked me and went for a wash and left the room. Don’t know how. But that little peck from her changed my mind the whole. I started to see her in a different way from then. And. There was a soaked wet spot visible, and she reached out and rubbed it with her tiny fingers. "Can I touch you there?" It was well beyond the asking, as her fingers deftly slipped under my panties and pulled the material aside, exposing my tangled mess of wet pubic hair and the gaping gash of my pussy. My secretions were dripping even before she had touched it."Ashley!" I tried to sound chiding, but it lacked conviction and I had to admit, "Yes, I feel funny there too." Her tiny fingers were.