..well,a really long time."That got a chuckle out of everyone because it was true. Dad once toldme our ancestors were responsible for making the claym...re WilliamWallace used in his battle against England. I'm not sure if I believedthat story, but it was a nice little fantasy that I didn't want toquestion too much."There comes a time in the life of a young man when he becomesrecognized as being more than a dabbler or an apprentice. Your Dad hasshown me the work you've done, both for his business. When we got close to the wave pool, Ronnie grabbed my hand and started pulling me with her. People glanced up as we cut our way through the crowd. My eyes were straight on her cute little bubble butt and I wanted to reach out and grab it. When we were about halfway in the pool she had to start doggy paddling and I was still walking. She kept swimming deeper and deeper into the water.A big part of me knew this was a huge mistake. I should leave before anything happened. But what would happen? I. I finally blurted out..."Mom, you did't wear bra today!" "I know, when did you notice?" as she put her arm around my waist and put her other hand on my arm, which was strange as our family was not touchy-feely. "Oh, in the first row I saw and just decided to watch for next hour and try not to get caught," I answered. "Well son, I saw this morning when you were mowing the lawn that you are no longer a boy, but becoming a man and I want to show you what a girl might do to. . I'm here to make it better. So whatever you need, whatever we have to do, we're going to do to make our daddy well, all right?- Yes, her father muttered, gently petting her head, pressing her wild red curls. Michelle hugged him, pressing her freckled cheek to his body, and involuntarily feeling his penis pushing from behind the robe for the first time. They remained locked together for a few seconds, the father standing and his daughter seated; plenty of time for Michelle to feel the meat.