And while I noticed thisfact it didn't really trouble me. In fact, because I was around mostlywomen at home, I was always more comfortable with girls ...hen with boys.Boys usually made me nervous to be around and I couldn't understand theirbehavior. No one was there to teach me about sports, and I wasn't reallysure what the point was anyway. Once I was walking past a baseball gamein the schoolyard and was asked to be the referee. Everyone laughed whenI said that last pitch was "ball five".I. "How do you see me Megan?" I see you as a beautiful woman who's dumb ass husband (MY FATHER) has treated you like dirt; who's always taken you for granted; who denigrates you; who doesn't realize how lucky he's been to have you. That's some of what I think. I also think that you shouldn't feel bad for liking to be with Willis. He seems to treat you way, way better than dad ever has.Since started seeing him, your entire personality, your mood has totally changed---and for the better! Your happy. She has brown curly hair and is slightly shorter than my sister. She is 42 quite skinny and relatively in shape. She has mediocre B size tits but that great ass that only middle aged women can have. I was surprised by how turned on I was by her. She's also a salsa dancer, so she naturally moves like a sex goddess. So the evening was full of cooking, joking, singing, and comfortable teasing at each other's bodies. We had dinner cooked on the camp stove and finished the night with a fire. "Well. Our eyes met and held as the towel fell to the floor and revealed her heavenly, soft, pink, firm young body, naked as the day she was born. I felt my cock begin to twitch of its own accord."You know how much I love you, baby girl?"She nervously swallowed and nodded her head, "I-I know, Daddy."I then moved my left hand down to feel her stomach. Maria gasped when my hand touched her warm skin. I softly rubbed over her now quivering tummy, then moved that hand around to her back. I felt her soft.