And man, can that boy fuck,” she says smiling.I lean over and kiss her cute nose. We walk into the house together. Amy comes bounding over to me ask...ng about my day, “Daddy! How was your day? Wait until you see all the new furniture Mom had delivered. We have a big new dining room!” Amy declares.I stop and begin to look around noticing things. Three new couches in the living room, four new end tables, several lamps, a long glass coffee table that has a mermaid sculpted to hold the glass top,. Or a child. Or a girl. I toldmyself to stand up to her but something inside of me was afraid. Thepanties did feel a little good but I would never admit it. They made mefeel tingly down there. I don't know. They made me feel pretty. I feltmyself being broken down mentally by the torment of these two girls.Abby must have sensed my confusion. She looked at me like a little puppyand asked if I wanted my reward."Okay Megan beg for your reward. Beg." Please Megan can I have my reward?" I. "Have you drank it all, or is there any of that nectar left?" I asked as I walked into the lounge, I was wearing just a short robe over a pair of white panties, the biggest I had (but that wasn't saying much.)He'd changed into a pair of cut off shorts that displayed his muscular thighs and grinned at me as he poured out some more champagne,"Are you ready for your massage?" and gestured to a large bath towel on the floor,"Ooh yes please" I smiled, "But it's my back you know, my nipples are fine". Unlike Finland, in Sweden it is rarely used on bread. Many Swedes grow up picking lingonberries in the forest, and using these tiny tart red fruits to make a jam-like preserve.At the restaurang (restaurant) we had meatballs (köttbullar), mini sausages (prinskorvar) and cured salmon (gravad lax) rather than smoked, pickled herring (sill), along with boiled potatoes, sour cream, chopped chives, sharp hard cheese, boiled eggs and crispbread, all served with heaps of lingonberry jam, and beverages;.