Her eyes continued down her body seeing her pink flesh turn to fur as her legs emerged from below her private mound. She turned slightly towards the m...rror and squeezed her tight ass and was surprised and further disgusted by the tail that was dangling down past her knees. She reach behind her and pulled up the tail moving it close to her face to examine the tuft of brown hair that perfectly matched the hair color on her scalp. With her one hand grasping her tail, her other hand squeezed her. “What? What are you thinking?” I finally said.“I’m asking you upfront here Ben ... please don’t judge me. And please promise you’ll never, ever tell anyone about what I’m about to tell you.”“You know you can trust me, Sam. And you know I won’t judge you. We’ve never judged each other, no matter what was going on. What is it?”“It’s the last part. The last thing I said; about dads ... doing it with their daughter’s panties ... Ben, I swear, I had never had thoughts like that before.”“But... ?”He. So, I gave up. I have been dreaming about you for a long time and I keep on jerking off many times everyday, smelling your panties. I don't believe that I'm doing anything wrong, since I'm not asking anything from you. I'm telling you honestly that I find you very sexy and I would be very glad to be your lover, still I'm not asking you to accept that. I have been doing this for many years now and you didn't know till today. So, pretend that you don't know anything and just let me do what I want. Everyone dressed in black turtlenecks. I didn't get it.Neither did the real musicians.Pete and I met with many of the most famous jazz musicians of the time. Mostly I just smiled and shook their hands, not really recognizing their names or music, although I found listening to it enjoyable. (Really, though, who would name their child 'Bird'? Musicians.) At one club we abused our credentials, as usual, to meet the artists, but this time a there was an unfamiliar small combo led by a pianist. He.