"I don't want ever to be locked out of your bed!" My bed? Don't you mean my room, hon?"I remember that moment like it was yesterday, because that is w...en my body went from girl to woman. Daddy had gotten up. He was standing. So was his beautiful cock. I gazed at it, mesmerized, knowing it was my god, my goal, my purpose.Crawling on my hands and knees, I worked my way over to his long, erect dick, never once daring to look him in the face. A real woman knows where her station is. Taking his cock. ’ I studied him for a moment. He was a big guy – I mean, probably six-six and broad across the chest. The diameter of the jug’s top was about an inch I guess, so that didn’t compute. Not only that, but if you’ve just been reconstituted from a bunch of dust particles you’d expect to look like a hobo but this guy was smart…I mean, we’re talking a thousand guinea suit here, with a crisp white shirt and an Armani tie, and shoes like polished glass. His face was long and lean and sort of olive in. Then she said, “My place’s just around the corner. You’ll be able to come back and get whatever you’re driving later. So she pushed me in, then like I was a child she used her hands and arms to finagle my legs around so I was in real good, she fastened my seatbelt, closed the door and walked around, got in and sure enough drove about an eighth of a mile to this seedy little apartment complex. She parked her car, an old Chevy, helped me out, and walked me up three flights of steps to where I. I let him know it was okay,: just us two guys and it was no harm. I believed he noticed but couldn't tell. I was too wrecked to continue talking. I went to my room showered, took my meds, and got ready for bed. When I turned the lights off and went to bed, I noticed a rumble. Couldn't tell what it was. I was cautious since the effects of the alcohol was still wearing on me. I went through the house in my boxers to find out. I heard it again. This time I can tell it is in the guest room where my.