But I begin to do this and nothing stop me I was feeling crazy and when she knew that I will not stoping this and begin to kiss and lick her shoes and...toes and her legs, she knowed that she can`t stop me, she put her hand on her eyes and her tears begin to get down on her face and trying to stop me by telling me please Ted stop doing this we are doing a big mistake. I took off her shoes after I lick him and begin to lick and kiss her toes. Then I stand up and took off my jeans then my boxer and. I only begin to rouse the next morning around nine o’clock. I wake then from the feel of your checking my diaper. I groan awake and turn to you.“Daddy, thank you so much for yesterday. It was the bestest day.”You smile at me and my talking childishly to you.“Well sweetie, I think today we need to get your hair cut, so I learn how to do it,” you tell me.I am not really sure what you are talking about and look puzzled. I go to a salon when my hair needs cut, I don’t think you would be able to. They’d gone back to his loft and fucked for days on end, in his bed, on the floor, and under the hot spray of his shower, awakening everything vital and urgent within them that had made them feel like pure sexual beings. They’d bonded during those days of take-out delivery, sketched out and lounging, recovering from that night and getting to know each other in all the important intimate ways, both physically and emotionally. The connection had been undeniable.And now, five years later, Megan. (She knew nothing about the married friend who was another likely candidate for fatherhood.) Now I was living with a woman. ‘What will your father say?’ she guilt-ed me with when I informed her of that bit of news. ‘What are you bringing my grandchild into?’ she lamented day after day when she called to check in on me. She was driving me out of my mind with constant questions and recriminations. Still, she was exited about becoming a grandmother, despite her apprehensions. She barely knew from.