Maybe not seeing sex, three or four times a day, meant that Dannie just hadn’t got turned on yet.For everyday health, safety, nutrition, and educati...n things, I felt perfectly competent to be Dannie’s mother, but about something as important as sex, that effects a person’s whole life, I needed some help from dad.Daddy and Samantha came into the pilothouse. Daddy had his arm around her waist, and Sammie had that total look of love, and brains fucked out pleasure, on her face at the same. It’s too bad I can’t talk to her, I can think of a lot of wisecracks. How about, ‘So you’re an English nanny, can you fly around like ‘Mary Poppins’?’ On second thought, this lady looks like former English Prime Minister ‘Iron Pants’ Thatcher, so I’d probably be afraid to wise off. The nanny thinks I’m an undersized nine or ten year old girl named, Annie, but actually I’m a thirty five year old man that’s been accidently shrunk to this size. Why I’m masquerading as Annie is a long story and if. That is the word that has followed me my whole life. I hate that word. I've rarely been pretty, never beautiful. However, if they say “cute and sexy” they have a chance. I think I am “cute” because I am a little shorter than average. I have a nice smile and perky tits. Girls with long legs and big tits are rarely “cute” I think. Despite the height disadvantage, I have a graceful appearance now because I work out regularly. My arms are toned, my legs are shapely, and my stomach is pretty flat. . His chest was rising and falling and I could feel his heartbeat hard and fast beneath my fingertips as I raked them down his chest. My lips followed my fingers placing kisses on his throat, collarbone, nipple and stomach right down to his waistline. His fingers tangled through my hair as I made my journey down. Glancing up at him, the desire shining in his eyes I undid his belt and slowly pulled at the buttons of his pants. Teasing, I slipped my fingers inside his waist band and felt his hips.