‘Do you like, daddy? I shaved it for you,’ she asked a second time worried about my lack of response. I smiled warmly as she said that. I never th...ught she would so easily become my little, or so willingly. It warmed my heart thinking about it. ‘I love it, but tell me, how long have you wanted this to happen?’ I asked, my voice starting to crack under my barely contained arousal and excitement about the answer. ‘I have needed a daddy since I discovered sex. I have wanted you for three months. She arrived at the party a little before nine. She wondered if she had dressed too sexily. Her dark green, one-piece dress had a hemline halfway up her thighs. The neckline dove all the way down to her navel, exposing the white cleavage between her lovely breasts. She wore black nylons held in place by a frilly garter belt, the snaps becoming exposed whenever she sat or bent low. She had applied more make-up than usual and dabbed herself with an excessive amount of perfume. She told herself she. Oh, I should tell you a bit more about myself. Hello! My name is Shannon J. Cole. Welcome to my story. What would you want to know about me that would be relevant to this story? Yes I know you can’t tell me, as the story is already written. I’m five foot five and a half, blue eyed, have long brown hair and like romantic walks on the beach. Whoops, this isn’t a personal ad. You can ignore the beach part, I prefer the mountains anyway. Oh, have I mentioned that I adore sheep? They really don’t. The sun is bright above us, and hearing the solitude of the forest about us on the top of the mountain is intoxicating; the leaves rustling, the birds flying above us calling out; the smell of the woods, the color of the brilliant blue sky and bright leaves above and all around us.It only takes a few minutes of your passionate kissing to soon have us both highly excited. My hands running under your sweatshirt, feeling your body through your t-shirt, your firm breasts, your firm belly. You run.